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SPEED DRIVE || PART 2 || CHOI SAN

Read part 1 here

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Choi San x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Tags/Warnings: F1-driver!San, CEO's daughter!/Y/N, dom!San, sub!Y/, kissing, slight hairpulling, fingering, handjob, oral sex (r&g), unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, mild overstimulation, orgasm denial, bigdick!san, petnames, breeding kink

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''Please shut the hell up and kiss me, San.''

The driver didn't waste any more time before crashing his lips onto yours. San's hands lay on your hips as you swing your arms around his neck. Your hand slides into his hair, stroking it and slightly pulling it as San deepens the kiss.

It's almost as if his touch is electric, feeling tingles all over your skin. He pulls back, softly gasping for air. San takes your hand and leads you up the stairs, not wasting any more time.

San guides you to the bedroom and lays you down on the kingsized bed.

''Aren't we moving a bit too fast?'' you breathe out.

San looks surprised and caresses your cheek. ''Do you not wanna do this? Did I go too far?'' he asks, voice sounding sweet like honey.

''No I do, I do, it's just... Can we take it a bit more... slow? I know sex for a guy is simple but I need a little more t-''

''Easy sweetie... This night is long from over, and I will for sure get you all ready for me to ruin'' he says, smiling cheekily before diving down to your neck to press kisses on the sensitive skin.

You whimper softly as he sucks softly on your delicate skin, hands roaming over his muscular back. He has barely done anything and you already feel yourself getting more drunk on him than you ever could on that million dollar champagne from earlier.

He kisses you on the mouth this time, and it's slower this time. It's not as hungry, but it is equally passionate, if not more. You moan into his mouth when he grinds his crotch against yours, showing you how hard you've made him already.

San's tongue darts out of his mouth and slides over your bottom lip before biting it softly. The smirks at the sound you let out, and pulls away.

''Can I take off that dress, angel?'' he asks, finger hooking around the black spaghetti strap on your shoulder. You nod eagerly, biting back a smirk because you know he's going to like what he'll see.

San pulls the straps down, and smoothly slips off your dress, revealing your naked body. His breath hitches in his throat as he admires you, his hands sliding from your shoulders down to your breasts, giving them a slight squeeze before travelling further down to your thighs.

''Jesus, Y/N, you went commando? You're killing me.''

You smirk as you watch him nearly crash out over your bare body. His ears turn red as he learns you've been wearing nothing under that dress the entire night - as if you were waiting for this to happen.

''You little minx,'' he hisses as you raise your knee slightly, brushing it against his hard, clothed cock. San stands up and stands in front of the bed, facing you as he undresses himself slowly. It's way more intense than any stripshow those Magic Mike guys could do.

San's eyes stay locked on yours as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned and chiseled abs. He removes his slacks, and lastly his underwear; showing off his thick, hard length.

Your mouth waters at the sight of it. You've slept with men before, seen all kinds of shapes and sizes but nothing comes close to the sheer perfection he carries between his legs. It's deliciously thick and long, and it makes your brain short-circuit when you think about how it'll feel inside you.

San looks at you mildly confused when you get up, but when you push him down to sit on the edge of the bed he knows all too well what you want from him.

''You don't have to go down on me if you don't want to, angel,'' he says, but his cock is pratically begging for it as it twitches when you sit on your knees in front of him.

''I know I don't have to. But I want to. I desperately want your cock in my mouth, Sanie,'' you say with a cheeky smirk. The nickname makes his cock twitch again, and he has no idea it could turn him on so much. Maybe it's just the way you say it.

He feels as if he's under a spell. San has never been this affected by a woman before, but the way your eyes shine when you look at him does something to him.

You lick a stripe from the bottom to the tip of his cock to wet it and he groans lowly. Your fingers curl around the base of his cock, slowly pumping him up and down. You earn a moan from him when you flick your thumb over his slit, showing you he's sensitive there.

''Fuck, baby,'' he breathes out as you pick up the pace of your hand. You tease his tip again, rubbing your tongue over it and circling it slowly.

San lets out a whimper - a whiny sound a lot of men would get embarrassed about, but San doesn't get embarrassed. He's confident, and he oozes with it. He completely lets himself go, completely focusing on you and on feeling good.

You take him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down. San's hand runs through your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail. You move faster, letting out slight moans and slurping sounds as you please him.

San enjoys the show you make of it and he isn't shy to show you. His hips twitch as he tries to hold himself back from thrusting into your mouth. You look up and lock eyes before he groans and throws his head back.

You watch his chest heave up and down, and you see a bead of sweat trickle down his skin. San moans out your name when you cup his balls and stimulate them gently. You pull off his cock with a pop to catch your breath for a moment, but then you dive deeper and start sucking on his balls.

''Jesus, Oh my God, Y/N,'' he curses as his eyes roll back.

His breathing gets more uneven as you stroke his cock while using your mouth on his balls, and you're sure he's not going to last much longer.

With a few more strokes he comes undone all over your hand, and when his orgasm dies down you remove yourself from him, licking the cum off your hand, tasting his saltiness with a smirk.

He pulls you up and puts you down on his lap. You smile as you run your hands over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin on your palms. The way the light from the moon outside catches his eyes makes the moment so romantic you feel like you could die peacefully and happy right there and then.

And then he kisses you, so hungrily, so passionate, and with so much need you've never experienced before. You're sure San can taste himself on your tongue, but he doesn't back away - and this makes him even more attractive.

You feel his fingers slide over your thigh to slowly push it open. You widen your legs and he slides his middle finger through your folds, slowly rubbing it and collecting the wetness he caused.

With a soft moan you pull away, but your lips stay close to his, and your eyes are locked together. San slides in a finger, slowly pumping in and out, while his thumb rubs over your clit.

San looks so deeply into your eyes you feel a blush creep up on your cheeks. When he feels you getting looser and relaxing more he slides in a second finger, curling them just right with each thrust of his finger.

You tightly hold onto his shoulders as you moan his name. While his dominant hand stays busy between your legs, his other holds you in place on his lap.

Another moan falls off your lips and you squirm in his hold, hand sliding over his chest. Your hand stops as you detect the quickening beat of his heart, and you feel something you've never felt like this before; genuine yearning.

''Please,'' you beg in a whimper, ''harder, please, Sanie, please, God please.''

San smirks and delivers, moving his fingers faster to thrust into you harder. Your breathing becomes uneven and a familiar heat coils in your abdomen.

It's obvious that San feels it too by the way your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he curls his fingers again to hit your sweet spot just right.

His palm now rubs over your clit as he moves, and you feel your orgasm hitting you like a truck, washing over you. You cry out his name loudly as he rides out your orgasm, pressing kisses all over your chest and breasts.

When you've come back down on earth he lays you flat on the bed and lays between your legs.

''W-What are you- Oh-o-ohh...''

San's tongue glides through your folds and laps at your sensitive clit. You can't help but keep squirming, and you swear if he keeps this up you might come again in a matter of seconds.

He laps at your clit and then sucks on it, sometimes slow and soft and then he sucks hard, hungrily. The way he continues to change his pace brings you frustration, as you're close to orgasming again, but it's also throwing you off.

''Fuck, San, I j- O-Oh! God, please, I just wanna come- I just need to-just need-''

San pulls away from your pussy to look at you with a smirk on his face. ''What is it baby? Can't form sentences anymore?''

You groan and sigh desperately. ''San, God I need you to make me come again, I swear, I'm so close, I just need you to keep going.''

''Keep going, hm? With what?'' he teases, his tongue sliding through your pussy, but avoiding the place where you need him the most. You squirm and moan, eyes tearing up.

''San, oh Sanie, I-I need you, please just- m-my clit. Need you on my clit, I'll come for you, fuck, I'll come so prettily for you, I promise I just need-''

He smirks and moves his head back down, sucking harshly on your clit, just the way he did earlier. He sucks and moves his tongue around as he gropes your thighs so hard there will definitely be bruises left.

You scream his name when your second orgasm finally hits you, and your body squirms and shakes, like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

He continues to lick your clit and nearly makes you see stars. Your hands run through his hair and you pull on it slightly, trying to get him off your too sensitive pussy, but he seems like he's in a trance - so focussed on making you feel good.

You pull his hair once more and he finally pulls away with a low moan. ''T-Too much,'' you whimper softly.

San smiles and kisses you softly. ''You're perfect,'' he whispers against your ear before kissing your jawline. You grin softly, your breathing easing down again.

''You are absolutely incredible,'' you smile, ''I don't think any man has made me come twice in one night.''

San quirks an eyebrow. ''Really? Not even twice? Wow, the bar is on the floor for real,'' he grins, ''And I am not even done with you yet.''

''No? What are you planning on doing?'' you taunt, hand sliding over his chest again. ''Hm, well I can't wait to be inside you... Make you come on my cock and fill you up the way you deserve to be.''

The way he says it so casually brings a flush to your cheeks. ''Yeah? Are you going to fill me up, Sanie?''

You watch San's eyes darken with lust, and you notice his cock twitch. ''Yeah baby, I'm going to fill that pussy to the brim, gonna stuff you full and make you mine.''

He moves on top of you swiftly, spreading your legs again. ''Gonna make you feel so good, angel, I promise.''

You nod and cup his cheek to kiss him as he slides into you. The stretch burns a little, and he's gentle with you, knowing his size. The fire dies down quickly, and you pull away from his lips.

''Sanie, you can move now, I'm ready,'' you breathe out.

San smirks and nods, quickly following your orders, moving in and out of you slowly at first.

''God, you're so big, Sanie, such a big cock,'' you whine softly. ''Yeah baby, bet you love having my big cock inside you, hm? My little size queen,'' he groans as he thrusts faster.

You moan his name and dig your nails into his shoulders. His hands roam over your thighs and hips and he holds onto you tight as he rams his cock into your needy hole.

''Yes, I love your big cock Sanie, love having your big cock in my tiny wet pussy,'' you cry out. You're not one to usually talk this dirty during sex, but something about him just brings it out in you.

''Such a good pussy, fuck, I love it so much baby, I think I'll have to keep you around.''

The sound of skin slapping together and your moans make the most sinful, but beautiful melody you've ever heard - and it turns you on so much.

After a few minutes he flips the two of you over, you sitting on top of him. He holds you tightly in his arms as you roll your hips into his, his cock nearly touching your cervix. You cry out as the starts to thrust up into you, and you throw your head back.

San laps at your nipples every now and then and watches your tits bounce on your chest with every move. The way you're riding him makes a perfect angle for him to hit your g-spot now, and he moves so fast you can barely breathe.

You cry out his name again, and feel your pulse quicken. ''I-I think I'm coming again, baby, oh Sanie,'' you cry out.

Never in your life has a man made you come this easily, but San knows exactly what you need. Knows exactly what to do and where to find all the spots that make you feel like you've died and went to heaven.

Your clit grazes on his pelvis with every thrust, and it brings you over the edge for the third time that night.

''That's right baby, come on my cock, you're such a good girl, such a pretty girl, that's right baby,'' he grunts as you clench down on him. You whine and cry as the orgasm takes over you.

He flips you on your back, your head nearly hanging over the edge of the bed as he drills his cock into you. You're almost passing out from the pleasure and exhaustion - but the way he talks to you keeps you awake.

''I'm gonna fill this pussy up now baby, gonna breed it and make it mine, make it my pussy, only mine to fuck, mine to breed. Fuck, baby, gonna keep you close to me, gonna fuck you forever.''

He thrusts once more before he spills inside you, filling you up with his cum. He moans your name and thrusts a few more times to milk himself dry. You mewl softly as he pulls his cock out, and you feel the cum leak down your ass right away, but you don't care about the mess you're making right now.

San cleans you up like a gentleman, and let's you rest in his arms the rest of the night. As you lay on his chest and he carresses your hair the both of you know that there's something more than sex between you. There is an unmatched chemistry, unlike anything you have ever felt before.

And it doesn't matter it's going so fast. Because you love a speed drive, and there's nothing that San knows to do better than that.

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spooo00oky · 15 days ago

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Please And Thank You

Summary: Working as a receptionist at a flower shop that serves as a front for organized crime, you find yourself falling for San. The family’s most polite and terrifyingly effective enforcer who says “please” and “thank you” and always apologizes for the inconvenience.

Fandom: ATEEZ

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Genre: Romance, Dark Comedy, Mafia AU, Fluff with Dark Themes

Warnings: Violence (bone breaking/torture, not in detail), organized crime activities, dark humor, mentions of blood/injury, morally ambiguous characters

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You’d been working as a receptionist at a quaint little flower shop, which used to be a regular flower shop, before the owner sold the business to the mafia. Then your employer changed from a 60 year old lady to 28 year old Mafia Don. You thought that would be the end, but apparently Kim Hongjoong, the boss, wanted the flower shop to keep it's business. So, your job continued being the same, the only exception being the back room being used for some meetings that you'd rather not be a part of.

You got used to the noise of bones breaking, nails getting pulled, scary threats being passed around by very scary macho men. That was until, Choi San got assigned to your flower shop's back room meetings.

Exactly three weeks later, you first witnessed San’s… unique approach to enforcement.

“Excuse me, sir?” San’s voice drifted from the back room, polite as always. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but could you please hold still? This will only take a moment.”

CRACK.

“Thank you so much for your cooperation! I do apologize for any inconvenience.”

You nearly dropped the bouquet of roses you were arranging. Through the slightly ajar door, you could see San, all broad shoulders and perfectly styled black hair, standing over a whimpering man whose leg was bent at a very unnatural angle.

“Oh! I’m so sorry you had to hear that,” San said, suddenly appearing beside you with that devastating smile of his. Not a hair out of place, not even breathing hard. “Please don’t mind the noise. Would you like me to turn on some music? I have a lovely classical playlist that you might like.”

You stared at him. He was still wearing his pastel pink apron that read “Bloom Where You’re Planted” in curly script.

“San,” you managed, “did you just”

“Break his kneecap? Yes, I’m afraid so.” He untied his apron with practiced ease. “He was three weeks late on his payment to Mr. Kim. Very inconsiderate, really. But don’t worry, I made sure to explain the situation thoroughly before proceeding. Consent is important, you know.”

“Consent? For breaking his-”

“Well, informed consent,” San clarified, hanging his apron on its designated hook. “I always make sure they understand exactly what’s going to happen and why. It’s only polite. Speaking of which, I know you're not supposed to, but Wooyoung is not answering my calls and I couldn't contact anyone else, would you mind helping me dispose of- I mean, escort our guest to his vehicle? Please?”

This was your life now, apparently.

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Over the following weeks, you began to understand that San’s reputation in the family wasn’t built despite his manners- it was built because of them. There was something absolutely terrifying about a man who would apologize profusely while destroying your ability to walk.

“I’m really, truly sorry about this,” you heard him telling someone during a particularly busy Tuesday. “But you did threaten Mr. Kim’s daughter, and I simply cannot allow that to slide. I hope you understand. Could you please place your hand flat on the table? Thank you ever so much.”

The sound that followed made you wince and accidentally squirt floral foam all over Mrs. Chen’s funeral arrangement.

“Oh dear, are you alright out there?” San called. “I heard a commotion. Do you need assistance? I’ll be right with you!”

“I’m fine!” you squeaked back, frantically trying to clean up the mess before he could see.

But it was too late. San appeared in the doorway, surveying the disaster with concerned eyes. Behind him, two of Hongjoong’s other men were dragging out what appeared to be an unconscious body.

“Oh my, what a mess,” San tsked sympathetically. “Here, please allow me.”

He immediately set about helping you clean, his movements efficient and gentle. It would have been sweet if not for the fact that his knuckles were split and bleeding.

“San, your hands-”

“Oh, these? Don’t worry about it, please. Just a minor occupational hazard.” He smiled that bright, dimpled smile that made your heart do stupid things. “I should probably clean them up though. Wouldn’t want to get blood on the flowers. That would be terribly unprofessional.”

You watched him rinse his hands in the small sink, humming what sounded like a lullaby under his breath.

“Can I ask you something?” you said finally.

“Of course! Please, ask away.”

“Why are you so… polite? Even when you’re…” you gestured vaguely toward the back room. You already got used to the violence, that was regular occurrence. What caught you off guard was his very polite demeanor while perpetrating the said violence.

San considered this seriously, drying his hands with a clean towel. “Well, my mother always taught me that good manners cost nothing,” he said. “Just because someone has chosen to cross the family doesn’t mean I should abandon basic courtesy. Everyone deserves to be treated with respect, even if I do have to break their bones afterward. It’s not personal, you see.”

He said this as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

“Plus,” he added, hanging up the towel with precise care, “people remember politeness. If you’re going to send a message, might as well make it memorable, don’t you think?”

You had to admit, he had a point. You’d certainly never forget the image of San in his floral apron, apologizing sincerely while snapping someone’s wrist.

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The day you realized you were completely gone for this ridiculous man was the day he brought you coffee.

“I noticed you seemed tired,” he said, setting down a perfect latte with a little foam heart on top. “I took the liberty of getting your usual from the café down the street. I do hope that’s alright? I can get you something else if you prefer.”

You looked up from the books you’d been balancing -because apparently your job description had expanded to include light accounting- and felt your heart melt a little.

“San, this is so sweet, but you really didn’t have to-”

“Nonsense! It’s my pleasure. Really.” He settled into the chair across from your desk, looking unusually hesitant. “Actually, I was wondering… that is, if you wouldn’t mind… could I perhaps take you to dinner sometime? Please?”

The way he asked, shy and hopeful and still somehow devastatingly attractive, made you forget momentarily that this man’s day job involved bone breaking.

“I’d love to,” you heard yourself say.

His face lit up like Christmas morning. “Really? Oh, that’s wonderful! Thank you so much! I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Would Saturday work for you? I know this lovely little place that does excellent pasta. Very romantic. Completely legitimate business, I assure you- no money laundering or anything of that nature.”

Only San would think to specify that a restaurant wasn’t a money laundering front.

“Saturday sounds perfect,” you said, taking a sip of your latte. It was exactly how you liked it. “But I have one condition.”

“Anything! Please, name it.”

“No breaking anyone’s kneecaps during dinner. It might ruin the mood.”

San laughed. A bright, genuine sound that made your chest warm. “I solemnly promise. Scout’s honor. Although,” he added thoughtfully, “I was never actually a scout. Is it still binding? I wouldn’t want to mislead you.”

God, you were so whipped for this silly guy.

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Saturday arrived, and San picked you up in what was definitely a suspiciously expensive car for a flower shop employee but normal for an enforcer, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that probably cost more than your rent.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he said, offering you his arm like a proper gentleman. “Thank you for agreeing to this. I’m really quite nervous, to be honest.”

“Nervous?” You couldn’t hide your surprise. “You break people’s bones for a living.”

“Well, yes, but that’s different,” San said reasonably. “I’m very good at that. Dating, however… I’m rather out of practice. I do hope I don’t mess this up. I’d be absolutely devastated.”

He opened the car door for you with a soft “Please, after you,” and you were struck again by the surreal nature of your situation. This morning, you’d watched him explain proper bone setting technique to a very frightened loan shark. Tonight, he was worried about using the right fork at dinner.

The restaurant was indeed lovely and completely legitimate as far as you could tell. San was the perfect date; attentive, funny, and genuinely interested in everything you had to say. He asked about your family, your dreams, your favorite books. He told you about his own childhood, his love of cooking, his inexplicable fear of butterflies.

“They’re so unpredictable,” he explained seriously over dessert. “You never know which direction they’re going to fly. It’s deeply unsettling.”

“More unsettling than your job?” you teased.

“Oh, absolutely. At least with work, I know exactly what’s going to happen. Very straightforward. Someone doesn’t pay, I ask nicely for them to reconsider, and if they refuse, I break something non essential. Simple cause and effect. But butterflies? Pure chaos.”

You nearly choked on your tiramisu. “Non-essential?”

“Well, yes. I’m not a monster,” San said, looking slightly offended. “I always start with fingers or toes. Work my way up to more important joints only if absolutely necessary. It’s about graduated consequences, you see. Very important to be proportional in these matters.”

He said this while carefully adjusting your napkin because he’d noticed it slipping.

“You’re incredible,” you said, and meant it.

San’s cheeks turned pink. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say. I do try my best.”

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Three months into dating San, you’d grown accustomed to the duality of your boyfriend. At home, he was soft and sweet, bringing you flowers from the shop (secretly putting the exact charge to the safe, of course) and cooking elaborate meals while humming off key. He remembered every little thing you mentioned, left you cute notes in your lunch, and once spent an entire evening braiding your hair while you watched movies.

At work, he remained the family’s most effective enforcer, just with slightly more spring in his step.

“I’m really sorry about this, Mr. Park,” you heard him saying one Thursday afternoon. “But you’ve been skimming from the family’s cut, and that’s simply unacceptable. I hope you understand. Could you please choose which hand you’d prefer to keep functional? I don’t want to make that decision for you, it seems presumptuous.”

You shook your head and went back to arranging the new shipment of lilies. Your boyfriend was absolutely insane, and you were completely in love with him.

“Darling?” San appeared at your side sometime later, somehow managing to look both dangerous and adorable simultaneously. “I’m finished with work for the day. Would you like to grab some ice cream? Apparently there’s a new flavor at that place you like- lavender honey. I thought you might enjoy it.”

“That sounds perfect,” you said, letting him help you out of your apron. “Good day at work?”

“Oh yes, very productive. Mr. Park has agreed to return the money he borrowed, plus interest. We came to a very amicable understanding.” San’s smile was bright and innocent. “He was surprisingly cooperative once we discussed the situation properly.”

You decided you probably didn’t want to know what “discussed the situation properly” entailed.

As you walked to the ice cream shop, San’s hand warm in yours, you reflected on how strange your life had become. Six months ago, if someone had told you you’d be dating a psychopath with manners who broke bones for a living and apologized for it, you’d have recommended therapy.

Now? You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

“Penny for your thoughts?” San asked, swinging your joined hands gently.

“Just thinking about how perfect you are,” you said honestly.

San stopped walking and turned to face you, his expression soft and vulnerable in the golden afternoon light.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “For accepting me as I am. I know I’m not… conventional. But you make me want to be the best version of myself, even if that version still occasionally involves strategic bone breaking.”

“San,” you said, reaching up to cup his face, “you’re the kindest, most considerate person I know. The fact that you also happen to be a terrifying enforcer just makes you interesting.”

He leaned into your touch, eyes closing briefly. “I love you,” he whispered. “If that’s alright with you.”

“It’s more than alright,” you whispered back. “I love you too.”

When he kissed you, soft and sweet in the middle of the sidewalk, you could feel his smile.

Later, as you shared lavender honey ice cream and San told you about his plans on how to reorganize the flower shop’s inventory system, you decided that maybe unconventional was exactly what you’d been looking for all along.

After all, anyone could date a normal guy.

But how many people could say their boyfriend always apologized before breaking kneecaps and said please?

The End

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spooo00oky · 16 days ago

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THE AQUARIUM

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Pairing: Merman!San x aquarium employee!fem reader

Word count: 3,530

San headed over to the aquarium bright and early like always. He liked to get there first before all the other employees so he could have the whole place to himself. Though working at an aquarium and feeding sea life was fun, his favorite part of the day was in the morning before it even opened, when all the glass tunnels and artificial caverns were empty and free of customers.

Rummaging in his bag, he retrieved the keys to his workplace and walked through the back entrance of the building. He picked up the pace and hurried up the metal stairs to the massive room where the tanks were located, wanting to move as swiftly as possible. Once in the tank room, he dropped his things and stripped down to his swim trunks, his heart beating excitedly as he neared the tank practically hearing the water calling his name. Without wasting another moment, he dove into the massive tank filled with tropical fish. The bubbles that surrounded his body tickled his skin and filled him with a feeling of pure joy.

I'm home. He thought.

You pulled into the aquarium parking lot, grabbing your things and hastening inside while checking the time on your phone. You were certain your coworker, San, was already there, as he habitually showed up to work early before everyone else. It was kind of enjoyable because you were able to get some time alone with him before everyone started showing up for work. You cracked a small smile just thinking about seeing him. He was so dreamy, adorable, sweet, and just an all around good guy with an eager personality. You had never seen anyone as passionate about their job as San was. The way his eyes lit up when he was feeding the sea turtles, lowering heads of lettuce into the tank, or the way he giggled when the aquarium received baby fish and sharks to nurse.

As you approached the tank room you took a glance over at the tropical fish exhibit, taking a moment to stop and enjoy the view. Colorful shoals of fish swam freely in the serene blue water, their tails flicking lazily behind them. An array of coral, seaweed, and other ocean plants decorate the floor of the tank, bringing life to the artificial habitat. You found yourself getting lost in the scenery, imagining what it would be like to live in the ocean surrounded by cute little fish and such vibrant sea life.

The salt water and ocean exhibits had always been your favorite at the aquarium. As someone who's had an attraction to sea life ever since you were a kid, you were living your dream. You get to feed these beautiful sea creatures and take care of them, rehabilitating some of them so they can be returned to the sea. It was a dream come true.

Your eyes followed a Moorish idol floating lazily in the water, it's unique dorsal fin dancing in the gentle current. While gazing at the disk-shaped fish you noticed something or someone swimming around inside the tank. Squinting your eyes, you spotted a tail in place of the silhouette's legs. The person swam a bit closer, allowing you to get a better look and that's when you realized who it was.

San.

Your eyes widened in awe and adoration as you watched him swim around the tank with such grace. His realistic silver tail glimmered under the fluorescent lights above with each movement. He didn't have goggles or an oxygen tank on which led you to believe he must be good at holding his breath underwater for long amounts of time. His tail flicked behind him, pushing him through the water, his strong-looking arms staying by his side while his tail did all the work. He looked so calm and at peace as he moved languidly through the water, his movements fluid and smooth. It's like he was made for being a merman. If you had known he enjoyed dressing up, you would have suggested he swim for the kids sometime. The aquarium had employees that dressed up as mermaids and swam around the tank, but they're nowhere near as good as San. You found yourself unintentionally gawking at his well-built figure, your tongue darting out to wet your lips which suddenly felt very dry. His shoulders were broad and muscular along with his chest, while his waist was slim and narrow, the contrast making your head spin.

Wow. He's really built like that. You thought to yourself.

Finally managing to tear your eyes away from him and his incredibly impressive figure, you proceeded to the tank room where you dropped your things on one of the benches against the wall and walked over to the tropical fish section. Peering down into the massive tank, you couldn't see much or make out anything. The reflection of the lights on the water made it difficult to see down in there and you could just barely make out San's figure swimming around. The silhouette was a bit distorted and you couldn't see too well, so when he came up to the surface and took a seat at the edge of the tank, your heart jumped a little. San noticed your presence and glanced up at you, his face visibly paling, looking like a deer in the headlights.

"Good morning." You greeted him.

"Good... morning?"

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone you like to dress up." You reassured him, sitting down on the concrete floor beside him.

"Dress up?" He tilted his head like a confused puppy.

"Yeah that mermaid tail looks so real. What's it made of?" You questioned, reaching out to run your hand along it, only to pull back immediately.

That was slimy.

The both of you exchanged surprised glances as a long beat of silence passed.

"Oh man. I am so sorry for touching you without permission." You gaped, apologizes repeatedly falling from your lips.

Way to go. You thought. You made things awkward.

"You're really freaking out about how you touched me without permission rather than the fact that I'm half fish?" He asked, deadpanning.

You froze, your mind not quite understanding what he had just said. Half fish?

"I'm sorry." You chuckled. "I don't think I heard you right."

He only looked at you with a guilty expression.

That's when the gears in your head started turning. That tail did feel real—too real. That would also explain why he didn't need goggles or an oxygen tank while swimming. Your eyes drifted over to the silvery fish tail in place of his legs as everything slowly clicked into place. Your mouth opened as you were about to speak, but didn't get the chance.

"Please don't freak out." San interjected.

"I wasn't gonna." You stated even though your mind was spinning.

"You weren't?"

"No."

"You don't think it's weird? You don't think I'm weird?"

"Not at all." You shook your head. "You're still the same San I knew before."

His expression softened at your understanding.

"So you're..." Your voice trailed off.

"Yep." He murmured, moving his tail back and forth like someone would do if their feet were dangling off a dock.

"Can I ask something?" You inquired.

"Sure."

"How did you get here? The closest beach is an hour away."

"Merpeople can shift into human form when out of water and some of us choose to pursue a life outside of the ocean. I wanted to live a life on land so I moved here. I was looking for a job so I'd be able to continue living above water and none of them seemed to fit my interests, but then I found an opening here. It was perfect." He explained.

"You could have your normal life, but also be close to something that reminded you of home." You murmured.

"Exactly." He nodded.

"Well, your secret is safe with me." You assured him.

"Thanks, Y/n. You've always been such a kind person."

"Of course." You looked over at him, your eyes trailing down his body, staring at the small droplets of water clinging to his skin. You unconsciously gulped, tearing your eyes away from his impressive body. "We should probably get to work before someone comes in here and sees you." You suggested, hoping he didn't notice you gawking at him.

"That's a good idea."

You got to your feet, watching as San pulled his tail out of the water, the silver scales catching in the lights above. A few seconds later, his fish tail had shifted to a pair legs. You blinked a few times in disbelief, unable to process what you had very clearly seen with your own two eyes.

"I know, it's weird." San spoke up as he walked over to his bag and pulled out a towel.

You wondered momentarily how his clothes appeared on him after he magically grew legs, but then again you just found out mermen exist so logic is out of the question.

"Hey." You jogged over to him, watching as he dried himself off.

"Yes?"

"Can you talk to fish?" You asked.

He let out a small chuckle of amusement at your silly question, clearly trying to hold back laughter. "No."

"Do you have powers? Like can you move water at your own will? Do you have a singing voice that hypnotizes people?"

"No and no. I think you're getting merpeople confused with sirens."

"Wait. Sirens exist?"

"Of course they exist." He said it as if it were obvious. "I need to go change. I'll be right back."

Your eyes stay locked on him as he walked off to the restrooms, your gaze eventually wandering over to the many tanks scattered around the room, deciding to put your stuff away while San was gone to change clothes.

You grabbed your bag off the bench and made your way to the staff room located off to the side where you placed your bag into your employee locker for safe keeping. Just as you closed the door, San walked in donning his aquarium work uniform which consisted of a navy polo shirt with the aquarium's logo embroidered on the left side in chest area and a pair of khaki pants. The uniform was plain in your opinion, nothing special, but when San wore it he looked so good. Even wearing something as bland as a polo, his broad shoulders, wide chest, and slim waist stood out which you loved. You especially loved the way the khakis hugged his butt, the sight catching you off guard any time San passed.

A loud thud resonated in the small room, pulling you from your less than appropriate thoughts. The noise was caused by San tossing his bag into his designated locker, slamming the door shut afterwards.

"I know you're dying to ask more questions." He spoke up.

"I am."

"Alright. Shoot."

"So if you get splashed with water you'll be okay? You won't turn into a merman?"

"No. Only if I get so far into the water."

"Ah." You nodded. "That explains why you don't ever do a job that requires diving."

"You don't either." He mentioned.

"I'm perfectly satisfied with feeding the fish and sweeping the halls thank you very much."

"Why don't you get in the water?" He prodded. "I'm pretty sure you told me once that you loved sea life and that's why you decided to work here."

"I do. I've just never swam with fish before."

"Would you swim with sharks?" He asked with a devilish grin on his face.

"Are you insane?"

San burst out laughing. "It's only a joke."

"It wasn't very funny." You huffed.

"Swimming with sharks isn't so bad."

"That's easy for you to say. You've probably been around tons of sharks before."

"I have." He grinned.

"Do they not mistake you for food?"

"That's offensive." He remarked playfully.

"Hey, humans have legs and they get mistaken for food all the time." You pointed out.

"No, I don't get mistaken for food. We don't bother them and they don't bother us." He shrugged.

"Interesting."

"I never thought anyone would be this intrigued by me." San chortled.

"Sorry if I'm bombarding you with too many questions and making you feel uncomfortable." You apologized. You didn't want to overwhelm him, but you were curious to learn more, absorbing every bit of information he gave you.

"No, not at all. It's flattering actually." He admitted quietly. "It's nice to know someone is interested in me."

"Of course I have an interest in you."

In more ways than one.

"Not just as a merman, but as a person too." You added, giving him a small smile.

Your heads turned upon hearing the sound of the door opening, another employee walking into the room.

"We should get to work." You told San.

He gave you a curt nod, following you out of the employee locker room. While stepping outside you took a quick glance at your schedule on your phone.

"Ah. I have to feed the sea turtles." You announced.

"I have to feed the sharks."

You looked over at him with an unimpressed expression. "Liar."

"You're right." He laughed. "I have to clean the glass on the tanks in the jellyfish exhibit."

"Been there." You snorted. "I hate doing that."

"Me too. Especially when kids have gotten their grimey fingerprints all over the glass." San's face scrunched up.

"Well, good luck with that buddy." You gave him a pat on the back before walking towards the refrigerators to get lettuce for the turtles.

The day was nearing its end and your shift was almost over. You stretched out your stuff muscles, your back popping a couple times in the process which brought you a little relief.

"Hey." You heard San's voice.

"Yes?"

"I told Hendery you and I would close today."

"You did? Why?"

"I wanted us to be alone."

You could feel warmth rise to your cheeks as you asked, "For what?"

"It's a surprise."

The both of you kept yourselves busy while you waited for everyone to clock out and leave for the evening. When you were sure no one was around, you turned to San and asked the question that had been gnawing at you.

"Okay. What's this big surprise?"

"Go change into one of the wetsuits." He instructed.

Your eyes widened a bit at his request.

"Don't look at me like that. Go change." He nudged you.

Instead of asking more questions you decided not to argue and just do as he said, slipping off into one of the changing rooms. You returned shortly after, donning one of the aquarium's wetsuits, goggles and all. You felt absolutely ridiculous but this was the proper attire to wear when diving so you didn't have a choice.

"Don't you look sexy." San commented.

It would have made you blush if you weren't wearing that ugly wetsuit.

"Shut up." You huffed, walking over to grab an oxygen tank only to almost drop it due to its weight.

"Careful." He rushed over, helping you lift it, his hand over your own. "Don't hurt yourself."

"I got it." You grunted, lifting it onto your back.

Once everything was ready to go and San changed into his swimming attire, he led you over to the edge of the tank holding all of the tropical fish and the aquarium's two sea turtles.

"I'm nervous." You stated, the admission spilling out of your mouth due to anxiety.

"I've lived in the ocean for most of my life. You're safe with me." He assured you with a comforting dimpled smile.

You nodded, letting out a deep breath and pulling the goggles over your eyes.

San started to laugh.

"Don't you dare make fun of me."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He chuckled. "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." You mumbled, placing the mouthpiece leading to the oxygen tank into your mouth.

The two of you lowered into the water at the same time, submerging yourselves beneath the surface. You turned to San, watching as bubbles surrounded his bottom half, his legs transforming into that stunning silver tail that had you so mesmerized. Seeing him up close and under the water was much different than when you watched him outside the tank earlier that morning.

He extended his hand towards you with a gentle gaze as if to let you know everything was okay. You reached out and grabbed hold allowing him to pull you with him as he began swimming down towards the clusters of colorful coral and fish. Your heart was pounding with both excitement and nervousness as you swam deeper. Once you got close to the large masses of coral and other oceanic life, it felt like you were in a different world. Multiple species of tropical fish swam around you, one of the sea turtles passing by just above your head. You looked to San, eyes crinkling as you smiled feeling overjoyed and at ease all at the same time. Your underwater surroundings gave you comfort and also thrilled you, filling your with an intense feeling of delight. San seemed to be happy seeing you so content. He let go of your hand and began swimming around the tank, your eyes glued to him, watching in awe as he maneuvered around with fluid movements. He even did a couple backflips, putting on a show for you. He met back up with you a few moments later holding both of his hands out for you to take. Without hesitation, you grabbed on, letting him pull you away from the coral reef and out into the open water. He kept hold of your hands as he swam beneath you, facing upwards. His dark hair moved with the water while the both of you swam leisurely through the tank. You felt yourself becoming flustered just holding eye contact with him, his confident gaze boring into you. The whole situation seemed so intimate, like something a couple would do. Suddenly, you were thankful for the bulky mask and mouthpiece for covering your face because your cheeks were on fire. San moved his hands down to your waist, holding you firmly. You flinched, caught off guard by his actions. Judging by the smirk on his face, he seemed to notice.

With one powerful flick of his tail, he propelled you both upwards towards the surface of the water, the two of you resurfacing at the same time. You pulled the goggles off and dropped the mouthpiece, your gaze meeting San's

"What did you think?" He inquired cutely.

"I felt like I was in a different world." You answered honestly. "It was everything I imagined and more."

You didn't even notice he now had his arms wrapped around your waist firmly holding you against him. The realization made a rush of butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"You looked so cute swimming around and watching the fish." He commented. "Even if you had those stupid goggles on."

"Hey." You delivered a light punch to his chest, realizing how firm it was. "I need those goggles to see."

"I know." He chuckled, only to become quiet a few seconds later. He seemed almost nervous.

"Can I say something?" He asked.

"Sure."

"I know that we're not super close, but I really enjoyed my time with you today. It's the most time I've spent around you and it was really nice."

"I feel the same." You smiled, ignoring the way your heart raced after hearing his words.

"Maybe we could do it again sometime? If that's something you're interested in." He suggested shyly.

"Of course I'd be interested in that."

He beamed happily, his eyes crinkling and his dimples making a brief appearance. "Great."

The two of you pushed yourselves out of the water and changed back into your regular clothes, preparing to close up and head home for the evening. After locking all the doors, the two of you headed outside to the parking lot with your bags thrown over your shoulders.

"Thanks again for today. It was very special." You spoke up, pulling your keys out.

"I should be thanking you."

"For what?"

"Being so understanding about my little secret."

"How could I not be?" You gave him a gentle smile. "I'll see you again tomorrow."

"Yeah. See you tomorrow."

With that, you turned around and went to unlock your car, but San's voice calling your name put your actions to a halt.

When you turned around, you were met with the feeling of his lips on your own, warm and soft. Before you could even process the kiss he had pulled away, the loss of contact almost making you frown.

"Wh-" You blinked, trying to formulate a sentence but your mind was muddled.

He gave you a shy, closed-mouth smile. "I just... really wanted to do that."

"San I-"

"I'll see you at work tomorrow." He turned around and started walking away without saying another word.

You watched him go, rendered speechless by his sudden display of affection, your lips still tingling from it.

I'll definitely get him back for that tomorrow.

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spooo00oky · 16 days ago

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★ ATEEZ REACTION: When you hugging them while they prepare breakfast

★ PAIRINGS: Ateez x fem!reader | ★ GENRE: Romance, Domestic, Suggestive, Smutty Tension, Fluff, Slight Humor | ★ WORDS COUNT: 1,850 words

★ NOTE: This is a fan-made, non-profit work created out of appreciation for the original content. All rights remain with the rightful owners. I'm just sharing my version for fun—hope you enjoy!

★ HONGJOONG / 홍중

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind, cheek resting against his bare back — still warm from bed, muscles shifting under your skin.

“Morning,” you whisper.

He chuckles under his breath, still stirring something in the pan.

“Thought you were sleeping.”

“Was,” you murmur, nuzzling lower. “Then I smelled you.”

He smirks. “The food or me?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you press a kiss to his spine.

He stops stirring. Just for a second. You feel the tension shift, slow and deliberate.

“If you keep kissing me like that,” he says, voice dipping, “we’re gonna be eating cold eggs.”

You slide your hand down his abs, let your fingers rest just at the waistband of his joggers.

“So let them go cold.”

He turns slowly, grabs your waist with one hand, the spatula discarded.

“Breakfast can wait,” he says, eyes dark. “But I won’t.”

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★ SEONGHWA / 성화

He’s cutting strawberries in a perfect line, shirt tucked up on one side, the morning light turning him golden. You slide your arms around him and sigh.

“You’re too pretty to be up this early.”

He gives a quiet laugh and sets the knife down carefully.

“You always say that when you’re trying to start something.”

You kiss between his shoulder blades. Once. Then again.

“You’re warm,” you whisper.

He leans back into you, hand trailing over yours. Then he turns, pulling you by the hips into him.

“You really want me to forget breakfast?” he murmurs, nose brushing yours. “Because if I kiss you now, I won’t stop.”

You don’t reply — just tilt your chin up.

His lips find yours, slow and deliberate. His hands are firm on your waist. One slides lower, under the hem of your shirt.

“Bedroom. Now. Or the counter,” he mutters against your mouth. “Pick fast.”

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★ YUNHO / 윤호

You sneak up behind him while he flips pancakes, arms slipping around his waist as you hug him tight.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You okay?”

You nod against his back. “You smell good. And I’m cold.”

He grins, flipping one more pancake and turning off the stove without a word. Then, he turns in your arms and lifts you onto the counter like it’s nothing.

“Let me warm you up.”

You giggle, but he leans in, kissing you slow — hands braced on either side of your thighs.

The kiss deepens. His thumb brushes under your shirt. His hips press between your knees.

“You hungry?” he asks, voice rough.

“Not for pancakes.”

He groans softly and drops his head to your neck.

“You can’t say things like that unless you mean them.”

“Oh, I do.”

And you both forget the breakfast part entirely.

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★ YEOSANG / 여상

He’s quiet in the kitchen, focused on chopping, sleeves rolled, hair still damp. You wrap your arms around his middle and he flinches slightly.

“Sorry,” you whisper. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

He exhales through his nose, places the knife down gently, then rests his hand over yours.

“You know how dangerous that is?”

“You?” you tease. “Terrifying.”

He turns slightly in your hold, your lips brushing his shoulder. You’re still in his t-shirt — and nothing else.

“You’re not wearing anything under that, are you.”

It’s not a question.

“What if I’m not?”

He looks over his shoulder, mouth twitching. Then slowly turns, presses you into the fridge behind you, both hands braced on either side of your head.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“I’m not wearing anything under—”

He kisses you hard, hips flush against yours, voice low and dangerous.

“Breakfast can wait.”

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★ SAN / 산

He’s dancing a little in front of the stove, loose sweats hanging low, arms flexing as he stirs something in a pan. You walk up and hug him from behind, chest against his back.

“Whoa—good morning to you too,” he says, laughing.

Your fingers slide under his hoodie, brushing against his stomach. He stills immediately.

“Baby…” he warns, voice suddenly lower. “That’s not fair.”

You kiss the back of his neck. “You smell like cinnamon.”

“That’s the oatmeal. Or maybe it’s just me.”

He turns around, slow, like he’s trying to keep control. When he sees you in nothing but his t-shirt, his gaze darkens instantly.

“You doing this on purpose?”

You just look up at him, innocent. He bites his bottom lip, hands finding your hips.

“God, you’re dangerous.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Let me turn the stove off.”

“Why?”

“So I can focus on you.”

And he does — clicks it off, then walks you backward until you’re against the counter, kissing you like you’re breakfast.

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★ MINGI / 민기

You sneak up behind him mid-beatbox, his hips swaying in front of the stove as he flips bacon. He jumps slightly when your arms wrap around him.

“Jesus—baby,” he says, startled, then laughs. “You tryna kill me?”

You press against his back, swaying with him. “You’re cute when you cook.”

“I’m cute always.”

“You’re cocky always.”

He grins, flipping the bacon, then pulls your hands tighter around his waist.

“Is this your way of saying you want something else for breakfast?”

You kiss between his shoulder blades. His breath hitches.

“You better stop,” he mutters. “Because if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna burn this entire pan.”

You run a hand down his chest and under his shirt. He groans, low and thick.

“Okay. Stove off. Hands on me.”

He turns, lifts you onto the counter like nothing, and stands between your legs, lips brushing your neck.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you hugged me like that.”

And you do.

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★ WOOYOUNG / 우영

He’s humming to himself, boxers low on his hips, coffee brewing. You wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss to the curve of his spine.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “That’s how you wanna start the day?”

You nod, wordless, just breathing him in. He sets his mug down and smirks.

“Didn’t even give me a chance to drink my coffee first.”

Your hands slide under his shirt. He groans softly, then spins around, pinning you between his body and the counter.

“You think I’m letting you go after that?” he whispers.

His hand cups your jaw, mouth brushing yours but not kissing. Yet.

“Say please.”

You meet his eyes, pulse jumping.

“Please.”

That’s all he needs. He kisses you deep, with tongue and teeth and no space left between you. The coffee machine beeps, but neither of you notice.

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★ JONGHO / 종호

He’s shirtless, muscles working as he cracks eggs into a bowl. You hug him from behind, cheek resting against his shoulder blade.

“Smells good,” you whisper.

“The eggs?”

“You.”

He flushes a little, but doesn’t stop whisking.

“You’re distracting.”

You press a kiss to his back. “You’re strong. It’s hard not to touch you.”

He exhales, sets the bowl down, and turns slowly. His eyes are dark now — heavy, focused.

“If I kiss you right now, it’s not stopping there.”

You nod.

He steps into you, hands cupping your face like you’re fragile, but his kiss is anything but gentle. His hips press against yours, voice low in your ear.

“Back to bed. Now. Before I lose all patience.”

And you both forget the kitchen ever existed.

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spooo00oky · 17 days ago

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Inception

Ateez Ot8 x Reader

Chapter 52

Ta da~ Ugh, I'm a terrible writer leaving all of you hanging for so long. You can rant to me about it. I deserve it. As always, huge thanks to @rocker7898 for editing and keeping track of what the hell I'm doing since my notes have gone poof until further notice 🙃

When Yunho forced the two of us out of bed shortly after rocking my world to train, I didn’t expect… this. I assumed I’d be thrown into another one-on-one with Mingi, or maybe even another flying lesson, bar the fact that it’s a particularly foggy Merene morning. All thoughts of those two possibilities were immediately dashed. We entered the courtyard to see Seonghwa wearing his trademark blank expression while leaning against the stone wall right next to the exit. As Yunho and I walked closer, his fiery green gaze flicked to the both of us, no doubt knowing exactly what transpired between me and my newly mated bonded.

He was dressed in a black long sleeve top and leather vest, both of which hugged his body like a second skin. His pants were no different, the leather cinched to his thighs until the tops of his black boots covered the rest of him from below the knee. He pushed himself off the wall without a word, slightly tilting his head in a motion for Yunho and me to follow. A bit awkwardly, I glance over my shoulder to Yunho, who gave me a noncommittal shrug before placing a hand on my lower back and steering us in the wake of Seonghwa.

Though the fog was dense this morning, the further into the clearing we got, the more I was able to see the setup waiting for me. As well as another individual who seemed to be joining today’s session. Yeosang gave me a soft smile upon seeing my approach, handing off the bow he had in hand to Seonghwa in favor of greeting me.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

I smiled as he crossed the short distance between us. Opening my arms to him, he pulled me into an embrace. He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead.

“Ready?”

It wasn’t quite nerves that fluttered through me, but I had to admit that I didn’t really know what to expect from this training. I’d gotten comfortable with the way Yunho ran things. I hardly knew anything about Seonghwa, let alone his training methods. I glanced towards the man in question. His back was turned to us, attention focused on the bow in his hands that Yeosang had passed off. He tested the string, plucking it lightly before grabbing a nearby arrow and notching it.

Shamelessly, I zeroed in on the way the muscles in his shoulders and back flexed as he pulled back on the string. He steadied his hand before adjusting his sight, looking down the courtyard to the three various hay-filled sacks that would serve as targets for today’s session. Without a word, he dropped his hold, the arrow still within his grasp before tossing it to the side.

“Come here.”

Seonghwa didn’t even have to look at me, I knew he was addressing me directly. I forced my feet to move, coming up behind him as he tugged on the laces of his vambrace. A bit awkwardly, I came to a stop beside him, casting a glance over the bow he still held and the multitude of quivers containing dozens of arrows on the other side of him. Seonghwa offered his hand, waiting until I took it to speak.

“I didn’t have time to find you an arm guard of your own, so, for now, you’ll wear mine.” He stated, lacing up the thick leather he had slid over my forearm.

Over his shoulder, a dozen yards away, I could see Yunho and Yeosang watching the transaction. A whispered word here and there passing between them, though Yeosang caught my eye long enough to gift me a soft smile while Yunho was more than intensely observing the session. I dropped my gaze back to Seonghwa as he slipped something else over my other hand. The leather glove was soft against my skin, comfortable even as he buckled it down. Seonghwa finished, double checking that it was appropriately placed and secure before handing me the bow.

“It’s not one I would have picked for you, but it’ll do for training purposes.”

“Is there a difference?”

If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn my question warranted the smallest of smiles from him. But as quickly as it would have appeared, it was gone. His emerald irises back to the indifference I was used to seeing on him.

“Yes, there’s a difference. This bow would probably be better suited for someone twice your size.”

“Are you saying you don’t think I’m strong enough for it?”

The hardness in his eyes softened. His icy exterior melting ever so slightly as he shook his head.

“It has nothing to do with your strength, Y/N. A lighter bow would give you better control over your weapon and your aim. The point is for you to be comfortable with it. Not exhaust yourself after one or two shots because it’s putting strain on your body.”

He twisted around and grabbed an arrow from a nearby quiver before moving behind me. I turned to look over my shoulder at him, before quickly facing forward again when he gripped the tops of my arms to move me into position.

“Now,” He reached around me, one hand wrapping around mine on the bow and the other pressing the arrow into my hand before guiding it towards the string. “Nock your arrow here. You’ll pull back, but don’t release. I want you comfortable with the motion and the tension before we start shooting.”

It was incredibly difficult trying to listen to him while every inch of his front was pressed against me. I couldn’t help but admire the strength of his hand wrapped around mine on the bow or the graceful arch of his fingers as they fit mine to the arrow and helped me draw back on the taut string. Pressing my lips together tightly, I chased away any thoughts of his nearness. He’d made it perfectly clear where we stand. So much so that he wouldn’t even be here had Yunho not asked him directly to teach me.

Try as hard as I might, though, seeing him again filled me with a longing and heartache I’d never been subjected to. I thought of the last time I’d seen him in such close quarters. He’d kissed me with a passion that left me smoldering inside. As if he’d breathed the very same fire he’d been gifted straight into me in that brief moment between us. Still, the way he left made it obvious he didn’t want more from me.

But then why did he kiss me?

The question only served to confuse me; my mind preoccupied with trying to come up with some kind of excuse when Seonghwa’s fingers gripping the arrow let go of mine. Not realizing how much of his own strength he’d been using to keep the string pulled back, I was sorely unprepared as it snapped forward. I gasped as the arrow went flying, panic seizing my heart when I noticed it was headed straight for Yeosang and Yunho. As quickly as it had fired, the arrow stopped, frozen in mid-air a mere few feet from Yunho. A low whistle caught my attention, snapping my head in the direction it came from, Wooyoung approached with a nonchalance I found mildly disturbing when my heart was still seconds from lurching out of my chest.

“That was a close one.” Wooyoung chuckled.

He plucked the arrow out of the air, turning to Seonghwa and I.

“As much as I appreciate the impromptu practice, perhaps have her point that thing somewhere else?”

“She wasn’t supposed to let go of it.” Seonghwa deadpanned, looking utterly unfazed by the mishap.

“Sorry, I just… didn’t know you were going to let go of it so suddenly.”

Yunho’s lips curled at the corners as his eyes flickered between Seonghwa and I in amusement.

“So suddenly? Little minx, he warned you he was letting go.”

“Oh…”

Wooyoung’s cackle filled the open air as Seonghwa took a step away from me. With his heat now gone, the chilly morning air slithered along my back. I blamed the redness coloring my cheeks on the frigid air as I turned away from the small crowd so I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. A soft brush across one rosy cheek served as my reminder of the shadows now at my disposal. I turned my head towards Yeosang, who gave me an encouraging smile.

“Try again, Y/N.”

Mentally waving away my embarrassment, I snagged another arrow from the quiver and raised my bow. Focusing on my movements, I nocked the arrow just like Seonghwa had done minutes ago before pulling back on the string. My biceps strained as I fought the tight string back, discomfort quickly setting in my fingers. The awkward grip was made harder with the leather encasing them.

“Hold.”

I held on Seonghwa’s command, trying my best to steady my straightened arm as the weight of the bow set in. I’d begun to pride myself on the strength I was starting to develop as part of Yunho’s lessons, but it was becoming apparent that archery would test new parts of my body. With a sharp nod from Seonghwa signaling my release, I let my arms drop and returned the string to its natural position. Already my arms burned with sweet relief as I relaxed them and I groaned under my breath upon realizing it would only get harder from here.

“Again.”

Over and over, I pulled back, held, and released. My upper body screaming with the effort by the time Seonghwa was satisfied. By now, the training grounds had filled with the remaining dragon princes. Mingi and Jongho had taken to sparring together far enough away they wouldn’t serve as a distraction. Hongjoong and Yeosang turned to conversing with each other over matters I couldn’t hear from this distance.

Wooyoung remained supportive, tossing an encouraging word here and there when he could tell fatigue was getting to me. Yunho watched on in complete silence. San was perched on a nearby stack of square hay, apple in hand and munching away while he watched on, sparing a nod here and there at Wooyoung’s cheering.

“Nock your arrow again.”

Albeit slowly, thanks to my protesting muscles, I nocked my arrow once more, drawing the bow up. Seonghwa reached up, steadying my arm. My heart lurched as his fingers closed around mine, adjusting my grip accordingly before turning his attention to my arm that I’d pulled back. He nudged my elbow up slightly, before grunting softly.

“Make sure you keep your form, even when tired. You’re going to release your arrow, but don’t just let go, let it slip through your fingers in a controlled motion.”

I zeroed in on one of the targets in front of me, letting the tension in my fingers relax bit by bit until it was overcome by the taut string and it all snapped forward violently. The arrow flew several paces before the tip of it burrowed into the grass sharply, the fletching and nock jutting out of the ground proudly.

“When you’re shooting at something further out, you’ll need to correct your aim a little bit above your target. At close range, you’ll aim dead on or even lower.” Seonghwa explained while reaching for another arrow. “Again.”

I met his emerald stare as he held out the arrow. It was odd hearing him talk so much considering he more often than not kept conversation to a minimum. Then again, he was training me, and it was obvious that he took it seriously. Yunho was right in deciding that Seonghwa was the best person to ask when it came to archery. His training wasn’t easy, and I was more than exhausted with every muscle cursing at me, but I didn’t mind. It was another aspect of Seonghwa I was finding a newfound respect for.

Ripping my gaze away, I took the arrow, ignoring the way my arms shook as I brought the bow up again, mentally checking my posture as Seonghwa took his place behind me. My awareness of him prickled, especially as he leaned down just enough to correct my sights.

“Higher.” His breath tickled the nape of my neck, my body obeying without a conscious command from me.

“Fire.”

Within the next second, the arrow slipped through my fingers and the string slapped against the leather vambrace laced on my forearm. A brief and silent word of thanks to Seonghwa for it before the sight of the arrow zipping through the air stole my attention. It crossed the distance in seconds, slamming into the furthest target with a resounding thwack! only about a centimeter off dead center. Pride blossomed within me at the same time San and Wooyoung cheered heartily.

A wide smile split my lips as I whirled around, coming face to face with Seonghwa in my excitement.

Excitement that quickly dissipated upon the look on his face. He sighed quietly, turning an unimpressed glare in Wooyoung’s direction.

“No interfering.”

Confused, it only took my brain a couple of seconds to understand what exactly just happened as I looked over at Wooyoung. The man in question held his hands up in surrender with a sheepish smile on his face.

“I’m simply trying to keep the moral up. Come on, Seonghwa, even you have to know how much of a hard ass you can be. Maybe even more than this one.” Wooyoung jabbed a finger in Yunho’s direction.

A noise of agreement left San as he quickly chewed the bite of apple in his mouth.

“He’s not wrong.”

I bit my lip, not willing to betray my amusement. While I did find myself disappointed it wasn’t my own ability that landed the arrow, I wasn’t upset. It was rather… endearing how Wooyoung was trying to be supportive in his own way. One look at Seonghwa, however, showed he did not feel the same.

“No. Interfering.” He growled.

“Fine.” Wooyoung pouted dramatically, flopping himself down onto the square bale next to San.

Yunho snickered, making it even harder for me to straighten up as Seonghwa turned his attention back to me. He grabbed another arrow, gifting his back to the others.

“You did well.” He stated, surprising me.

Did he just… compliment me?

I picked my jaw up off the ground as he pressed another arrow into my hand.

“Again.”

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you barely make it halfway onto the bed before SAN collapses on top of you like a wwe wrestler. “san—” you gasp, trying to fight for air as his weight sinks into you, arms already wrapping snugly around your waist.

“i missed you.” his voice is muffled against your chest, his broad shoulders nearly swallowing your frame whole as he burrows deeper like a sleepy little kitten. “couldn’t sleep right last night, because my shoulders hurt again.”

you sigh upon hearing this, threading your fingers through his dark hair, it’s not the first time he is telling you this, but you are the only person that makes it comfortable enough to endure the pain. “i told you to try sleeping on your back, or stomach.”

“i can’t,” he groans, nuzzling against your collarbone. “my shoulders are too wide, and i just rolling over… i almost fell from the bed.”

he’s ridiculous, like literally utterly ridiculous, but at the same you can’t really blame him for not getting a decent sleep. “so what, i’m your pillow now?”

“the best pillow,” he murmurs, pulling you closer somehow. “so soft and warm, smells like strawberry chocolate cake, and you scratch my scalp just right—ah, there, like that…” he practically purrs under your touch, muscles relaxing beneath your fingertips as you gently massage his head. his biceps flex slightly as he shifts, dragging your leg over his hip like a possessive little monster. clingy, much?

you raise a brow, not because you are not used to this, simply because it comes out of nowhere, and very abruptly. “sannie, you’re being needy today.”

“i’m always needy,” he says without shame, cuddling into your warmth, smiling against your exposed skin. “especially with you.”

rolling your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, however, your hand doesn’t stop moving through his hair, and your fingers trail down his bare arm, tracing the lines of his muscle with just enough pressure to make him twitch.

“also, i’d like to file a complaint.”

“hmm?”

“you’re making it really hard to focus on your face when your arms are out here lookin’ illegal.”

he lifts his head, a grin that reaches his eyes, even making his dimples come out of hiding. “oh? baby, do you mean these?” he flexes, just slightly, watching your eyes follow the movement.

you swat him, not hard enough, but just enough to make him stop teasing you. “san, stop that! you’re too pretty and you know it.” he laughs, before ducking back down to kiss the side of your neck: gentle, lingering, stupidly in love. “i love you, you know?”

you pause, fingers threading through his hair again. “yeah, i know, and i love you too.”

but it still hits you like it’s the first time every time. when san says those three words, you forget about everything, when you look at him, he is the only think about. he may be a lovesick idiot, but you are crazy in love. “and i love your stupidly wide shoulders,” you murmur into his hair. “even if they’re the reason i wake up squished half the time.”

at that moment, you felt him relax, and yes, he was asleep. san always falls asleep quickly when you are here next to him, can’t blame him, you do smell like strawberry chocolate fresh cream cake, oddly specific but that’s just san for you.

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spooo00oky · 17 days ago

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😈Apart of Soul Chained universe with Wooyoung!

😈Pairing: Magical Boy! San x Succubus! Reader (f) ft magical boys mingi & jongho

😈Genre: smut with some plot

😈Au: magical girl, reversal, demon, succubus, hero/villain

😈trope: enemies to lovers

😈Rating: 18+, MDNI

😈Word Count: 2,614

😈Warnings: dubcon/noncon, sub! San, Dom! Reader, a play on the womb tattoo, surprise! san is really flexible, hand job, oral (m), rimming(m), anal fingering (m), spit kink, mxm, san is bisexual, bottom! san, top! mingi, unprotected sex, threesome, messy kissing, praise kink, begging, tricking someone into fucking you, denial of attraction

😈Summary: you curse the super strong magical boy, only to come up with an even better plan that will get you a much bigger meal. But will you succeed or will the magical boys win the day once again?

😈Author's Note: I'm having too much fun with this world. i hope you enjoy!

😈divider provided by @cafekitsune

You cackled as you flew through the air, part glide and part jump. Rooftops zoomed in and out as you touched on them momentarily only to glide through the air once again.

“San, no!” One of the magical boys you were fleeing from shouted.

“She’s not getting away this time!” San bellowed. “I’m going to catch her.”

A thrilling shiver went through your body, from the top of your head with your twisted horns, extending along the wings at the small of your back and the spade tail as well. Your claws retracted and extended at the thought of the juicy morsel that was pursuing you. You did so love a game of chase.

San, the magical boy leaping after you, had a mixture of dark blue and purple hair, cut short but only to enhance his sharp features. He had the biggest set of shoulders you had seen on a human man but barely any clothes covered his huge form. He had a halter top that left most of his pecs on display and gloves up his arms. His pants were torn in perfect places, enough to show the flexing of his legs at work. He was exactly the right magical boy for the job.

Earlier, you had targeted a group of guys out late from the bars. They may not be magical boys and full of delicious energy, but a Succubus couldn't be picky when she was starving.The magical boy’s energy meter must have gone off and thus Mingi and San were dispatched.

The quick steps behind you let you know that San was quickly catching up. You weren’t exactly looking to get away--you just needed room between San and Mingi, so you could get a taste of San. Or more.

You managed one final arc over to the next rooftop but midway, San slammed into you, causing you both to descend to the next rooftop you were aiming to. You both tumbled head over heel, and wound up with San on his hands and knees over you, his head hovering over your lower half. Not your preferred position, but you’d take it.

“I don’t even know why you ran,” San scolded you. “You guys always lose against us.”

“I dunno…” You purred, running your claws along San’s abdomen. “I think I won.”

All you needed was one pad of your fingers to touch San’s skin and you cursed him.

“Wha…what did you do?!” San jumped off of you and backed up on his butt to get away.

“Just a little gift.” You couldn't help but smirk while sitting up yourself.

The curse gloriously bloomed on San’s bronze skin; the dark, magical ink spread quickly. It began to affect San almost immediately after it finished forming. His thick cock pressed up against his pants and he began to pant in need.

“Why.. why do I feel so hot?” San whined.

“Come to me, big boy, I'll make you feel better,” You said as you started crawling towards him.

San’s hips buck up into the air but he's not going to get the friction he wants. “No… I can't succumb… to your dark magic.”

You chuckled. “Oh, but you will.”

San’s hands become fists, clutching his pants tightly, resisting the urge to cup himself through the material. “I’m much stronger than that,” he insisted.

You cocked your head, finally reaching him. “Are you?”

You run a finger down the middle of his torso. San bit down on his lower lip, watching you with hooded eyes as that finger runs down his shaft as well. You run it back up and then cruelly push at the slit of his cock. A wet spot appeared.

“Seems you like a little pain with your pleasure, cutie,” You teased.

“Mingi’s going to kill me,” San mumbled to himself.

You could practically feed from the aura San was giving. His arousal grew even as he spoke of one of his fellow magical boys.

“There’s a way to save yourself,” You dangled a tidbit in front of the moaning magical boy.

“You would show mercy?” San’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

You shook your head and laughed in delight. He was so expressive. He was going to be so much fun to play with. “No, cutie, I’m going to feed like a glutton tonight.”

You explained to San in detail that you could tell that he was attracted to Mingi. If San could lure Mingi in to fuck him, then you fucked San while the two were engaged, you could feed on both their magical powers but not drain them completely. You licked your lips in anticipation of how delicious they would be.

San shook his head back and forth in denial. “No!”

You raised an eyebrow in question at him. “Haven’t you shared moments of intimacy with your other members?”

San’s adorable purple dusting of a blush covered more of his face and spread down his neck. “Once I had to suck Jongho’s energy to win a fight but it was one time!”

“I’ll prep you, it’ll be great, don’t you worry!” You encouraged eagerly.

“Prep me?” San choked out his confusion.

It’s nothing to yank down San’s pants and contort his body so that he was still on his back, but his chin was adorably pressed against his ample chest, ass high in the air and his legs almost folding back to his head. This magical boy was quite flexible.

You wrapped a hand around his length and pumped experimentally. San’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Oh fuck.”

Continuing with the hand job, you press your chest to San’s lower body to keep it up and lick tentatively at San’s puckered hole. It clenched in response and you pushed your tongue in.

“No! Wait! That's--” San whined. “That feels so good.”

You scraped your fangs along San’s ass and he whimpered at the stimulation. You continued to yank at his pulsing election, twitching nicely against his stomach. You went back to licking and tonguing San’s asshole, enjoying how he squirmed in your hold. He was part denial, part glorious enjoyment and you were eating all of it up.

“Don't you want to be ready for Mingi?” You remind him.

“Nnnnnnn,” San wordlessly responded.

If he was dumb now, you can only imagine how he'll react to this next situation.

You let go of his cock in order to spread his cheeks and spit on his hole. You then, after retracting your claw, ran your forefinger around his puckered hole and then pushed in. You worked your finger into him, lubed up with the spit. San buttcheeks began to clench in an attempt to move back on your finger. Now that was some progress.

“Wanna be stuffed, do you, cutie?” You wondered as you continued to work San open with your finger.

“Feels… so… good…” San panted. His tongue was hanging out, pink and the perfect shape to lick you--but you could not afford to be distracted from your goal.

You worked a second finger in, continuing to spit on San’s hole. You scissored your fingers, making him gape open. He was almost ready for his magical friend.

“Now, San,” You cooed. In order to get a good, positive reaction from San, you wrapped your hand around his cock and continued to lick his asshole. “All you need to do is convince Mingi that in order for your curse to go away, Mingi just needs to fuck you. As soon as you come, it’ll go away. Then I’ll spear myself on you. You’ll have the best of both worlds. Don’t you want that? To be stuffed full and to be fully stuffed inside of me?”

“Puh-please,” San whimpered.

That was when you stopped stimulating San and stepped back. “I’ll just be hiding back here then; watching you. Be good and do as you're told, cutie.”

San’s lower half slowly unfolded as your body was no longer bracing him. He looked like a half-finished snack, cock firm against his stomach where the curse tattoo was, the most fucked-out look painted on his face, and his large chest heaving like he was out of breath.

“San!”

You step further back into the shadows as the aforementioned Magical Boy finally makes an appearance.

Mingi pushed his spectacles up his nose, surveying the scene. His button up shirt was sans buttons, tucked into his pants, with a v straight down his chest, framing his pecs wonderfully. He looked like he’d burst out of either his shirt or pants at any moment. His vibrant yellow and red hair should remind you of fire but instead you can smell mango and raspberries in the air.

“Mingi…” San groaned.

You have to stifle a giggle as you watch his cock twitch drastically against his toned stomach.

“I told you to not rush off--oh god.” Mingi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “You’ve got a curse.”

You studied the other magical boy. Words and numbers flash across the glasses of his spectacles and Mingi let out a noise of understanding. “My computer says it’s a libido curse.”

“I fought the succubus off. She fled but not before giving me this. Can you help me?” San wondered. His hands couldn't help but wander over her body to feed the curse.

Mingi licked his lips nervously. “San…”

“It’ll go away if you fuck me, right? Come on man, you gotta help me. I’m…so hot,” San whined.

Mingi cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I… okay, I’ll do it but only so that we can get back to HQ. It’s just to get rid of the curse, okay? In case your succubus comes back. I don’t want you to be drained of your magic.”

San grunted as he turned himself over and presented his ass to Mingi. Mingi sucked in a breath at the view. Mingi’s hand tentatively but reverently smoothes over one globe of San’s ass. “Why are you so… wet? Already?”

San let out an impatient whine again. “I’m hard as a rock and my ass is ready to get stuffed, doesn’t that sound like a Libido Curse to you?”

“But…” Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed, unsure. “My computer says--”

“Fuck what your computer says!” San said harshly. “I’m dying down here. Hurry up and fuck me so we can get it over with.”

You smirked, seeing as how San’s really playing into the ‘we’re just doing this because we have to’ ideal. Even though you can smell both of the Magical Boy’s arousal from where you are in hiding.

“Okay, okay, I got you, San,” Mingi murmured.

The taller magical boy pulled himself out from his pants and you had to press your lips together to suppress the moan that was begging to leave your mouth. He’s got a cock that’s perfect for fucking--not that you’ll be doing any of that this evening, but even just the knowledge was good to have.

Mingi let out a precious whine as he pushed into San’s hole.

“Oh shit,” San moaned.

“Why the fuck do you have to be so tight?” Mingi whined back.

The two of them were a moaning mess. San rocked back into Mingi’s length and Mingi’s hips worked methodically. San slowly descended in madness, mumbling about how deep Mingi was going until he couldn't even form Mingi’s name. He was just mind-numbingly crying out for release. Mingi, if you could believe it, was worse off than San. His hips were stuttering before he could warn San and he stilled his hips, coming deep into San’s hole.

“Did you..,? Oh god, don’t move San! Did you… come?” Mingi panted.

“No!” San whined. “I was so close!”

With Mingi weak, having sent his energy to San, now was your chance. Even with San glowing, his hair bright and jewel-toned, he was still cursed. His cock pulsed with need and he was ripe for the picking.

“Good job, San,” You purred as you stroll out of the shadows.

“Wha…?” Mingi’s eyes were big and confused.

You conveniently slide below San as he braces himself on his forearms to hold himself up. All you have to do is line his cockhead to your entrance and he slid in easily. You were so wet from watching the show, it wasn’t an issue.

You watch on as San couldn't help but fuck himself inside of you. “Oh please, oh please,” he couldn't stop chanting.

“S-san, you said she was gone!” Mingi accused.

“I need this curse gone,” San grumbled and then moaned as Mingi started to move inside of him.

With each withdrawal, San speared himself back on Mingi, who was still hard, despite being almost drained of his magic. San would pull back until only his cockhead was still inside of you, and then slam back into you.

“That's it, you're doing great, Sannie,” You encouraged the magical boy inside of you.

“So good. So fucking good, oh my god,” San whined.

Soon there was only the noise of both magical boys whimpering and the slapping of skin in double time. You could see San’s aura swell with his arousal and you braced to feed.

“Gonna come,” San licked his lips desperately. “Gonna come so fucking hard oh god.”

You wrapped your arms around San’s strong neck, pulling his lips to yours. As San came inside of you, his muffled pleasure music to your ears, you played lazily with his tongue, feeding and taking two magical boy's powers.

San groaned loudly, drawing out every little bit of his climax, fucking into your cunt. You were satiated beyond your wildest desires; your plan had worked.

With your newfound power, you pushed San back, who collapsed backwards. Mingi fell too, finally being released from San’s sweet hole.

You took a moment, hands on your hips to survey your two opponents. Both were moaning and their cocks twitched adorably. Mingi was clothed in baggy clothes and some sunglasses but his hair was still the fiery magical boy color. San lost all his magical boy coloring, attaining sneakers and a cap and grey sweats. He did keep his halter top, though. Proof that you had kept your word and had not drained them completely of their powers.

“It was nice playing with you too, but I should go.”

There was an extremely strong aura on its way. You could take him but that would require using some of your new power. And you weren't keen on losing the feeling of being so well fed right now.

You blew a kiss to the two magical boys and then glided away giddily.

“What did you two fuckwads do this time?!”

Jongho folded his arms over his chest, which only provoked his pecs to form a further cleavage line within the cut out heart on his tight t-shirt.

“San trapped me into…” Mingi couldn't find his words.

San looked down at his stomach and sighed in relief when the curse tattoo was gone. “It worked. Thank the goddess.”

“Do I have to carry the both of you back to HQ or can you manage that much at least?” Jongho huffed.

San held a hand up and groaned when he hauled up his well-fucked and fatigued body. Jongho rolled his eyes.

“You owe me, San,” Mingi grumbled.

“Yeah, when you get caught in a curse, I got you, buddy,” San said saucily.

Jongho pushed his hands to his ears. “Please spare me the details. I don't want to know. Make sure I'm out of earshot when you explain it to Hongjoong too.”

Mingi punched San in the shoulder, who in return, glared back at Mingi. It was going to be a long walk home.

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spooo00oky · 18 days ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

pairing: dilf knight! san x princess! reader

genre: medieval fantasy au, angst, romance, smut

summary: at long last, san comes home from a never-ending war, and he wants nothing more than to be held by you.

w.c: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of war and bloodshed, scars, san cries, soft dom! san, sub! reader, kissing, cunnilingus, fingering, tiny mention of spit, overstim, unprotected sex (they make love ☝🏼), crying during sex, creampie, this is very romantic and soft okiii uwu

a/n: hihiii i’m back :3 ik it’s been a few months but i have something special for you!! it’s a lot different from my usual feral fics hehe this has more of a shakespearean vibe~ ykk i really wanted to write something from my heart this time… as someone who struggles deeply with self hatred and regret, it was therapeutic to write about true love and acceptance 🥹 and it’s safe to say that i’m in love with knight san TT i hope you enjoy lovelies xx

song recs: who are you? - svrcina, middle of the night - elley duhe

With steps unburdened by thought, San traces each rugged crease and weathered line of the garden walls with fingers roughened by toil. He knows every edge and crack, for time and sorrow has made them kin. The walls are clad in mossy green and wispy vines— frail to the naked eye, yet firm in his hold— clasped tight, like lovers never meant to part, waxing strong with each passing year. Through countless winters and wars most cruel, through endless fields of blood and battle cries, he returns here once more, to this hidden sanctuary, seeking to cast off the shadows that haunt his soul. None knew of this place, but one, the fair princess, whose heart beat in quiet harmony with his. The tired knight can hear her soft hums over the sound of howling winds as he passes the willow’s weeping veil; their gentle boughs caress San’s weary frame, their billowy leaves brushing over his scarred jaw like the softest kiss of welcome.

The moon, in scattered fragments strewn between trembling leaves, grace your visage, his dearest princess, with argent glow, decorating your tender smile, turned heavenward in peace. A sudden gust of wind breathes through your braided tresses; you lift a hand, though it’s in vain. The knight, with quiet care, tucks your unruly hair behind your ear, as if to still the wind itself, in your favor.

“My dearest knight,” you breathe, the words trembling as they leave your lips, and it is all the knight can do to remain standing. He has heard men cry out for their mothers, for lovers, for quiet salvation as they lay dying beneath his blade. But nothing has ever struck San so deep as the sound of your voice calling him back to life. “I have spent countless nights dreaming of your return.”

You stand before San like a dream half-remembered…familiar, beloved, and yet distant as the stars he once gazed upon in youth. Time has not changed you, not truly. The years may have brushed your face with a touch more sorrow, lined your eyes with shadows, but you are still his beloved princess. Still the light San carried into every battle, every hell.

He lifts a hand—gloved, bloodstained, shaking—and lays it gently against your cheek. San half expects you to recoil. Instead, your hands rise to meet his, warm and trembling, pressing against the cold metal as if to coax the man from his armor.

How many nights did he dream of this? How many times did he curse the gods for keeping him from you? And now that San stands before you, he feels more phantom than flesh.

Your touch anchors San. Your eyes, glistening with tears you try so hard to hold back, search the shadows behind his visor. The knight knows what you see: a ghost wearing the skin of the man she once knew. He is no longer that man. The war took him, piece by piece, and left behind this hollow shell.

You speak again, a whisper torn from the heart. “Do my eyes deceive me? Are you truly here, or have you returned only to haunt me?”

San wants to answer. To take you in his arms and swear he’s come back for good. But how can he? How can he promise life, when death clings to him like a second skin?

The knight lowers his hand slowly, not for lack of love, but for fear that he will break you with what he’s become.

“I am here,” San says at last, though the words feel like a lie. His voice is hoarse, foreign even to his own ears. “But I’m not sure if I am the man you remember…or merely what remains.”

You step closer then, your forehead resting against the cold steel of his helmet, as if to say: Even if you are broken, I choose you still.

And for one stolen breath, San lets himself believe it is enough. That this moment might bind together all the shattered time.

But in the silence between you, San feels the weight of all he cannot undo.

The orchard had bloomed late that year, and you danced beneath the branches like the wind itself—barefoot, laughing, skirts trailing through the tall grass. San remembers the sun catching in your hair, the way you looked back at him over your shoulder and said, “Promise me you’ll come back, even if the world forgets your name.”

San had smiled then. Young. Whole. Unscarred. “Even if I am but ash and dust, I’ll find my way to you.”

And you believed him. Fool that he was—San believed himself.

“I never stopped waiting,” you say, cutting through the fog of San’s fractured memory. Your voice isn’t a whisper anymore—it’s solid. Real. “Not for a day.”

He stands there silently as the wind stirs the brittle leaves at your feet. His gaze won’t meet yours. Not yet.

“You’re thinner,” you murmur, half to yourself. “Your shoulders… your gait. The war has—” You hesitate, then draw a breath and meet his eyes. “You’ve changed.”

“I died,” San says softly. “Not all at once. Bit by bit. Every time I buried a brother. Every time I killed a boy too young to hold a blade. Every time I looked at my hands and didn’t know if the blood was mine.”

You don’t flinch. You step closer.

“Then let me know the man who came back.”

He shakes his head slowly. “You don’t want to see what’s left.”

“I do,” you say. “I need to.”

Your hands lift carefully, almost trembling, and touch the edges of his helmet.

“Let me see you.”

He doesn’t move at first. You can feel the weight of that silence between you—the metal, the grief, the years. The helmet has been more than armor. It’s been his mask, his hiding place. His guilt.

But you are still there. Still reaching.

So San lifts it. The metal groans as he pulls it off. When it hits the ground, the clang echoes like thunder through the still garden.

You inhale sharply. A deep scar traces his cheek, curving up beneath the medical patch that shields one eye—a pale reminder of where death nearly kissed him. Just above his temple, a stark white patch cuts through the black of his hair, striking in its contrast. Slowly, your hand lifts, and with the barest hesitation, you peel back the patch. His eye beneath is cloudy, milky white, unfocused—blind. His lashes tremble, but he doesn’t stop you. His eyes flutter shut, and he turns slightly, as if afraid to find pity in yours.

But what he feels in your hands isn’t pity.

It’s reverence. Grief. Love, burning hot after all this time.

“I failed you,” he says, barely audible. “I promised to return whole. I didn’t.”

You cradle his face in your palms. “You returned. That’s all I ever needed.”

And in that moment, San crumbles. The tears fall fast and silent, cutting through the dirt and ash that clings to him like a second skin. His armor suddenly feels unbearable.

He unclasps the pauldrons. Lets them fall. The chestplate next. His hands tremble as he strips it away, until only the padded tunic remains. You help with the rest, your fingers tender, precise. As if unburdening a wounded creature too long in pain.

And when he’s finally bare—no longer knight, no longer ghost, just San—you step into his arms.

He buries his face against your hair, breath shaking.

“You’re the only battle I ever hoped to lose.”

You don’t flinch when he weeps.

You only hold him tighter, like you could gather the shattered parts of him with your hands, not to repair what was lost, but to cherish what remains.

The moon is high now, pale and solemn. The garden is quiet, as if the world itself is listening.

“I thought I’d never touch you again,” you whisper, lips brushing his temple. “And now you’re here, and I don’t know where to begin.”

San tilts his head, pressing his brow to yours.

“Then don’t begin. Just… be.”

There’s no rush. No need for frenzy. Only reverence, the kind that turns every touch into prayer. Your fingers work the laces of his tunic, slow and careful. His breath catches when the fabric slips away, revealing skin both familiar and newly sacred.

You let your robe fall from your shoulders in return, exposing yourself with quiet grace.

His gaze trails over you like a man seeing color after years in the dark. He traces your collarbone with the backs of his fingers—tender, aching. You tremble, not from cold, but from the unbearable gentleness of it. You both sink together into the flattened grass, crushed petals blooming around you in scent and silence. San holds you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish, and you draw him down like a missing part of yourself.

Then he kisses you.

Not like someone reclaiming what was lost, but as someone rediscovering it, revering it. His lips find yours with patience, with hunger restrained only by awe. His hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheekbone, as if he’s relearning the shape of you. You taste earth and memory in his mouth, smoke and sorrow and something still sweet.

Your fingers thread into his dark hair, tugging lightly. He groans softly into the kiss, like the sound’s been buried inside him for years.

He pulls back, just far enough to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I remembered, but…God. Memory did you no justice.”

You blush, but you don’t look away. Your hands rise to touch him in return: his stubbled jaw, the furrow between his brows, the new lines at the corners of his eyes. Time has carved him into something sharper. Something deeper.

Your fingertips trail slowly down the scar along his cheek.

“You’re older,” you whisper, your voice full of reverence.

“I know,” he says with a dry little laugh, embarrassed.

“I like it,” you breathe. “I like all of it.”

His breath catches.

Your touch drifts lower, down the column of his neck, over the curve of his shoulder and the broad, solid plane of his chest. There are more scars—some small, some cruel. You kiss one, then another. His hands twitch where they rest on your waist.

“I thought I’d be too ruined for you,” he confesses. “Too much blood. Too much history.”

“You’re not ruined,” you say, kissing just above his heart. “You’re still mine.”

Something in him breaks again, this time quieter, deeper. He leans down, brushing his lips along your throat, your collarbone, the swell of your breast. Each kiss is soft, reverent, as though he’s making an offering.

He shifts lower, slow and steady, kissing a trail down your body. Your breath quickens as his lips part over your ribs, your navel, your hip. One hand steadies your thigh while the other glides up, spreading your legs with deliberate care.

“I want to worship you,” he murmurs, voice husky with devotion. “Let me.”

You nod, breath caught in your throat.

The night air brushes your bare skin. The crushed grass is cool beneath you, grounding. San kneels between your thighs, his eyes dark and locked on yours. He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, then lower—your inner thigh, the crease of your hip—until you’re trembling with anticipation. You feel his breath against your folds before his mouth even touches you, and the anticipation has your whole body straining. Then finally—finally—his lips part over your center, and he groans like he’s starved.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with awe. “So soft… so wet for me.”

He licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit, tasting every bit of you. His tongue is wide, warm, patient. He doesn’t rush—he explores. He lets your slick coat his mouth as he moves with steady, reverent attention.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently. He moans at the pressure, diving back in with more intent. His mouth seals over your clit, sucking softly, then harder. You gasp, hips twitching, thighs trying to close around his head, but he doesn’t let you. His arms slide under your thighs, holding you open, locked in place with that quiet strength only he has.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, licking slowly around your entrance, teasing, then dragging the flat of his tongue back to your clit again.

“San—oh—San, please,” you gasp, thighs trembling.

He groans into you. “You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He keeps working you, using the point of his tongue now—tight, deliberate strokes over your clit, circling and flicking just right. He pulls back only to spit on your pussy, letting it drip messily down before he spreads it with his tongue again, slower, deeper. Your back arches, the friction making you keen.

He slides a finger inside you—just one at first, thick and slow—and curls it, searching. When he finds that perfect spot, you cry out. He smiles against your skin, tongue relentless as he fucks you with his finger, then adds a second.

Your walls clamp down greedily. He doesn’t stop.

He eats you like a man with nowhere else to be, like the world ended somewhere behind him and this—you—is all that’s left. He moves with rhythm and care, matching the curl of his fingers with the swirl of his tongue. You’re soaked, dripping down his wrist, and he’s taking you all in, devouring every drop, moaning shamelessly into you.

You lose track of your breath, of time, of anything outside the feel of his mouth and the fire curling tighter and tighter in your core.

“Come for me,” he murmurs, lips brushing your clit. “I want to feel it. I want to taste everything you’ve been holding back.”

That’s all it takes.

Your body snaps tight. Your thighs quiver. You cry out his name as you come, hot and shuddering around his fingers, his mouth locked to your pussy, drinking you down like he can’t get enough. He moans with you, holding you through every wave.

Your orgasm hasn’t even fully faded when San dives back in, lips wrapping around your clit again, slower this time, but just as deliberate. Your thighs jerk, overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop. He moans low into your skin, savoring the way your body trembles, how sensitive you’ve become.

“San—wait—” you gasp, hips twitching under the heat of his mouth. “I—too much—”

But your hands never leave his head. Even as your voice trembles, your fingers curl tighter into his hair.

He groans, the sound sending vibration through your core. He flattens his tongue and licks you again, long and smooth, letting his nose nudge against your clit as he presses his mouth deeper. One arm remains tucked under your thigh, keeping you open, but the other moves—up, slow—until his hand finds yours.

Your fingers fumble, searching. And then he takes them.

He interlaces your fingers with his, palm to palm, grounding you. Holding you there while he keeps his mouth on you, his tongue working gentle circles over your already throbbing clit.

“Breathe,” he murmurs against you, the words muffled but steady. “You can take it. Let me love you like this.”

Your chest rises and falls with frantic rhythm. But the moment your fingers lace through his, something inside you steadies. The pressure of his grip anchors you, even as your body shakes.

His fingers squeeze yours once.

Then he sucks.

Hard.

You cry out, hips lifting from the grass as your second orgasm rips through you. He doesn't pull back—he keeps going, devouring you through it, licking and suckling, letting you ride his mouth while you break all over again. Your cries turn to gasps, then whimpers, every nerve ending lit and burning.

Your hand squeezes his so tight it aches. He squeezes back harder.

Even when your thighs twitch and you try to squirm away, he holds you open, tongue dragging slowly now—teasing, loving, tracing the shape of you until you're whimpering from the pleasure and the pressure and the sheer emotion of being touched like this.

Finally, when your body goes limp, legs falling open and trembling, your breathing ragged, he lifts his mouth from you. His face is slick, lips wet and swollen, eyes dark and reverent.

He leans up, hand still holding yours.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “You’re mine.”

Then he kisses the back of your hand, slow and grateful, before crawling up your body to press his forehead to yours.

“Tell me you’re alright.”

You nod weakly, smiling through the haze. “You… you ruined me.”

He smiles too, breathless. “Good. I simply couldn't help myself…you taste like salvation.”

You taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you again, and it makes your whole body shiver. Something inside you gives way…not just to pleasure, but to the overwhelming realness of him. The heat of his chest, the scrape of his stubble, the weight of his body between your legs.

San kisses you harder, slower, with purpose. His tongue slides against yours, coaxing, savoring. His hand finds your waist, then your breast, palm wide and warm. He cups it gently at first, brushing his thumb over your nipple until it hardens beneath his touch. Then he squeezes, firm and possessive, and you moan into his mouth.

You feel his cock, thick and heavy, dragging slowly along your thigh. He grinds into you with a groan that sounds like it’s been locked in his chest for years. You reach between your bodies, fingers curling around him, stroking him once—just to feel him twitch, just to watch him gasp.

He leans over you, bracing on one forearm, and nudges your legs open. He doesn’t rush. His cock drags through your folds, catching on your clit and slick entrance. You feel how wet you are, how ready, and when he starts to push in, your breath stutters.

San sinks into you slowly. Inch by aching inch. Stretching you, filling you, making you feel every part of him.

“God,” he breathes, voice shaking. “You feel… You feel perfect.”

Your back arches. Your body opens for him. He bottoms out with a quiet groan, forehead pressed to yours, breath uneven.

You’re already clenching around him, just from the fullness. He doesn’t move right away. He’s just there, inside you, holding your gaze like he can’t believe it’s real.

Then he starts to move.

Each thrust is deep, slow, deliberate. He grinds into you at the end of every stroke, like he wants to feel you take all of him. Your fingers dig into his shoulders. The sounds between you are soft and wet, your breaths getting louder with every movement.

His pace builds. Not fast, but more urgent. The tension in his body tightens with each thrust. He kisses your neck, your jaw, your lips, whispering your name like it’s a confession.

“You’re so tight,” he groans. “So warm. I could stay here forever.”

You whimper, clenching around him. “Then stay. Please, stay.”

His thrusts grow harder. Not rough, but driven. His hips meet yours with quiet force, sending heat blooming through your core. You feel him everywhere—his chest brushing your nipples, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, his hands gripping your hips like he needs to anchor himself.

You’re close, already. The coil winding tighter in your belly, your legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. But then San gasps, and his rhythm falters.

You blink up at him. “San?”

He’s trembling.

His forehead rests against yours again. His hands shake where they hold you.

“I don’t deserve this,” he whispers. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey.” You cup his face. “Look at me.”

He tries. His eyes are wet.

“I thought I lost you,” he chokes. “And now I’m inside you and it feels like…like I’m whole again. And I don’t know if I can hold it.”

His voice cracks. His hips move again, a shaky thrust, like he’s caught between falling apart and holding on.

“Let go,” you whisper. “Let it happen. I’m not leaving.”

That’s what breaks him.

His pace stutters as he buries himself deep again. His breathing shatters into soft sobs, and you kiss the tears from his cheeks as he thrusts into you, desperate and raw. You hold him close, wrapping your arms and legs around him, guiding him with soft touches and whispered promises.

“I love you,” he says. “I love you, I love you—”

You cry into his shoulder, overwhelmed. “I love you too.”

And then it crashes over both of you. His hips jerk, and you feel him pulse inside you, hot and deep. You tighten around him as your own climax breaks, body arching into his, crying out against his neck. Your nails scrape down his back as you both shake with the force of it.

Afterward, he collapses against you, still inside, still trembling. You stroke his hair, his back, murmuring softly.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

He exhales shakily and clings to you like a man who’s finally touched land after years at sea.

When he finally slips out of you, you pull him close again. His face presses to your chest. Your fingers brush over the scars on his shoulders, the new ones you hadn’t seen until now. He doesn’t flinch.

“You came back to me,” you say.

“I don’t know what I am,” he whispers. “But I want to be yours. If you’ll have me.”

“I’ve always had you.”

And this time, when he cries, it’s soft. Clean. A release. Everything suddenly makes sense. The war may have taken many things. But not this.

Not him.

Not you.

Not this love that endured the ruin.

And for the first time in years, San does not feel lost.

He feels held.

He feels home.

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Gently Giant

Whale mershark!Seonghwa x mermaid!fem reader

(feat. pirate!Ateez)

Words: 5k

Genre/au: mermaid!au, fantasy, supernatural, giant!au?, fluff

Warnings: use of Y/n, injury, blood, kidnapping, Seonghwa is a big ass shark boi, possible thalassophobia or fear of large creatures in deep water

~For Scale: Seonghwa is 35ft long from head to tail and his head is the size of Hongjoong; their ship The Inception is 50ft long.

**Hello my lovelies!! 💕 Inspired by the ‘Ateez as sharks’ post from the lovely @beenbaanbuun, this is a no-smut soft fic about how pirate!Ateez met Y/n and a BIG, gentle, protective, mershark!Seonghwa 🤭 The average male whale shark is 26-30 ft (8-9 meters) long, while the females can be anywhere from that length to 45-60 ft (14-18 meters) 🤓☝️ for the sake of this fic, the tail isn’t shrinking to fit Seonghwa, he’s growing to fit the tail 👀🫶🏻 Please check out my other fics and leave any and all feedback, I love to hear it! 🫰🏻 This is not meant to represent any persons in real life and is a work of fiction. Do not repost or translate ©jagibangbangchan**

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Pain pulsed behind her eyes, fish flopping all around her, the heaviness of a giant net pulling at her legs? as she tried to move, the shouting voices around her ringing through her head like spiked nails.

What happened…where am I?

Her vision cleared slightly as her method of capture was ripped away, the weight of the net disappearing allowing Y/n to gasp a strained breath. The sun blinded her again though as she was tossed onto her back, pain shooting through her as she hit the wood deck with a thud.

“…in the net?…middle of no where…who is she?”

Fragments of words made their way through the sharp feeling splitting her skull, nothing concrete enough to help her understand. She flinched at the harsh shout of their captain, a shadow crouching to block the sun as one of the fishermen pulled her eye open, the beam of light like an arrow through her head. Gasping out, she shut her eyes tightly, trying to weakly swat the man away from her. The strength in her arms was concerning, the grip of the fisherman easily stopping her movements.

“…her head…see?…blood there from the net…no, looks like hers.”

Blood? I’m bleeding?

Y/n tried to pull her hands from the fisherman again, her efforts futile as they started to drag her below the deck, panic filling her alongside the pain as she could only see as the sun disappeared. Her legs felt foreign to her, their weakness being her literal downfall as she tumbled off the last few stairs and landed heavily at her captor’s feet.

A quiet groan left her as the man crouched above her, pulling her head to face him and shaking her slightly until she attempted to look at him through bleary eyes.

“Who are you, huh? Where did you come from, all the way out here?”

I wish I knew…Rolling her eyes closed again, she lolled her head to the side in pain, trying to push him away.

“Tsk…should’ve just thrown you back in the ocean.”

The fisherman stood then, pulling open a grated door and picking her up far enough to throw her into the makeshift cell. Y/n crumpled to the floor, the pain too much as she closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against the cool wood beneath her. Finally she was able to lift her hand to her head, even through her blurry vision she could see the red that tinted her fingers when she pulled them away. Letting the darkness close in on her consciousness, the sudden and violent lurching of the ship didn’t concern her as she slipped into her dreams.

Tranquil, crystal clear, light-streaked blue waters surround her as far as her eyes can see. The strange feeling of her weak legs is gone, replaced by the familiar strength of a powerful tail and fins.

Her tail carries her along a warm current, her path leading over a gorgeous reef, the rocks teeming with brightly colored coral and the flashing of a million scales that covered the little fish dancing through the aquatic plant life. The feeling of her fingers trailing over the coral and anemones, the pull of a cheeky octopus distracting her when he surged from his hiding place to wrap around her wrist.

The dream is so clear, until it hazes around her…as though she were surrounded by millions of tiny bubbles.

The dream shatters. Flashes of memory spin through her aching mind, the rough fibers of a net, her fingers clawing to anchor herself on the reef, bubbles and fish surrounding her as she is quickly pulled out of the water.

The moment before a sharp pain pierces her temple, the last thing she remembers is reaching for a shadow. A massive speckled shadow that reached for her too, moving towards the ship she was now trapped on…

Shouting and gunfire rang through the air as Y/n slowly regained consciousness. Still unable to move without double vision, she blearily drug herself up to be sat against the wall. Her head pulsed, but everything wasn’t as piercing as before, and she felt her hearing adjust as she tracked the sound of many stomping boots on the deck above her.

Before she could discern anything from all the noise, the door at the top of the stairs burst open, the body of a fisherman tumbling down and slamming into the cell door. Squinting into the brightness that flooded from above her, Y/n saw the shadowy outline of a man draw closer until he was looking through the bars. She curled in on herself, shielding her body as his face slowly came into focus, the confusion on his features morphing into shock when he saw her naked and bloody.

“Captain! Down here!”

San motioned to her when more men appeared at the top of the stairs, a shorter man with fierce eyes coming into her sight as he approached and looked through the cell door. Hongjoong didn’t expect to find prisoners aboard this ship, they were just after the rumored gold being smuggled by the crew…‘I have a feeling ‘fisherman’ was a fairly loose title, apparently they weren’t picky about what they caught.’, he thought darkly.

Calling over his shoulder, “Yeosang! Come down here. The rest of you, search the bodies for the key to this fucking door.”

After several moments of shuffling and muted shouting, another man came down the stairs quickly and unlocked the cell door. Crouching in front of her, he set a small bag next to him, carefully draping a thick blanket over her naked form that she gratefully accepted.

“Hello,” he spoke softly, eyeing the wound on her head, “my name is Yeosang. Is it okay if I take a look at that?”

His deep and calming voice, along with his angelic likeness, instantly made her feel as though she could trust him. When she nodded slowly, he gently turned her head so he could see better. He grabbed a white cloth from his bag, Y/n wincing in pain as he pressed it against the gash in her hairline to stem the bleeding. With a deep furrow in his brow, Yeosang turned back to Hongjoong in worry.

“I don’t have what I need to help a head wound like this, Captain. We may have to take her back to the Inception with us.”

“Alright, Yeo. And of course we’re taking her with us, I wasn’t about to just abandon her on a ship full of dead men.”

Scoffing at their captain, Yeosang passed his bag to San before he turned back to Y/n.

“Is that okay? We can help with your injury and then after you can open your eyes more, we can ask you some questions, maybe help you get home.”

The pretty man’s suggestion was definitely better than bleeding out on the floor of a cell, so again Y/n slowly nodded. His smile was charming, grabbing her own hand to press over the cloth against her wound, his now free arms wrapping her securely in the blanket before lifting her easily off the floor. She slumped against him as her world tilted with the change, her vision fading in and out as Yeosang carried her up the stairs and into the sunlight again.

She tried to keep the cloth pressed to her head, but with her awareness slipping, her hand fell away limp as her vision went black. They walked across the gangplank to board the ship, the bloody cloth dropping into the dark water below them and sinking beneath the surface. Yunho watched it sink as he helped pull the plank back in, blinking hard as he saw the cloth disappear, snatched by what looked like a gigantic hand. He gazed into the water more intensely, but couldn’t see anything else move.

As the Inception began to sail away, only for a quick moment, Yunho saw something else. An enormous, speckled shadow, trailing under the edge of their ship, a feeling of fear growing in him at thought of what kind of creature that large could be directly below them.

Below deck, Yeosang did a complete checkup on their unexpected treasure, explaining to Hongjoong in a low voice that she had no other injuries besides the one on her head, and several scratches on her hands.

“She also doesn’t seem starved or dirty like you would expect from a prisoner. Her injury is fairly fresh and her hair was wet with sea water.”

Yeosang shrugged, Hongjoong gazing at her thoughtfully, logic and myth battling in his head.

“What do you think, Captain?”

“I think we’ll just have to wait until she wakes up. There’s no use speculating over it and coming up with the wrong idea…just keep an eye on her and let me know when she’s awake.”

Yeosang nodded, sitting beside where Y/n lay on the bunk and checking over the bandage he applied while Hongjoong made his way up to the deck again. Turning to head to the helm, he spotted Yunho standing on the railing, holding a rope to lean far over and inspect the water. He was so focused on gazing beneath the surface that he didn’t notice the Captain approaching.

Startled, he turned quickly when Hongjoong spoke, “Did we lose something?”

Yunho slapped a hand over his heart dramatically, “Aissshh you scared me, Captain, I thought you said you’d stop sneaking up on me like that.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes with a smile as Yunho continued, “And no, we didn’t lose anything. But…I thought I saw something earlier when we were boarding the ship again, and now I swear…there’s something swimming under the ship. Something really big.”

His eyebrows shooting up in concern, Hongjoong looked over the railing again with Yunho, several minutes passing before the Captain saw what he meant. Barely visible in the dark water, a huge shadow moved within the shadow of the Inception, as though using the ship as camouflage.

Leaning back and putting a hand to his chin, Hongjoong considered the danger they could be in if there really was a creature below them that was almost as big as the ship.

‘Honestly, if it is that big, there isn’t much we could do anyway if it’s aggressive. But why is it there…?’, he thought, but before he could give Yunho an answer, Yeosang popped out from below deck again to tell him that she was awake.

The bunk Y/n woke up in was much better than the floor of a cell, but it still wasn’t right…this wasn’t where she belonged. Her head hurt much less as she sat up slowly, the dizziness gone and her vision more clear, but her memories of being captured were still fuzzy and her body weak. There was a strain in her throat, like she’d swallowed sand, and the only noise she could produce was an airy and choked sound.

Lifting her hand to her head, she felt the cloth bandage wrapped securely around her wound, a look down showing they’d dressed her in a loose shirt and trousers as well.

‘What strange humans…why did they save me?’

She looked up as the door to the room opened, the pretty man from before…Yeosang, and the man they called the Captain, both approaching her. Yeosang smiled warmly, sitting beside the bunk and inspecting her bandage again.

“Hello again, how are you feeling?”

Y/n simply nodded at him as she looked nervously between Yeosang and the Captain. Turning to look at him too, Yeosang said, “This is our captain, Hongjoong.”

Again she nodded at him, the two growing confused with her silence.

“Can you tell us your name?” Hongjoong asked, wondering if all she could do was nod. She shook her head this time after hesitating, looking down at her hands.

“No? Do you not know your name?”

She shook her head again, trying to speak but still failing.

“You don’t know your name? We won’t be able to help you with no information.”

Huffing, Y/n shook her head more and looked at Yeosang for help. He’d noticed that her mouth had opened as if to answer Hongjoong, but no words came like…she couldn’t speak.

“Wait, Captain…it’s not that she won’t tell us, I don’t think she can.”

Yeosang carefully reached out to her throat as she nodded with a relieved sigh, tilting her head up as he pressed his fingers gently under her jaw and along where her vocal chords were. Not feeling any injury or swelling, he shrugged at Hongjoong.

“So…you can’t speak, but you do understand us? Will you just nod yes or no to our questions then?”

She nodded. Hongjoong nodded too, thinking quickly about how to ask everything in a yes or no. He realized she could also point, pulling out a map of their route and unrolling it towards her.

“Okay, this is where we were when we found you on that ship.” He pointed to their general area on the map, circling his finger over the closest areas of land near it next. “Are any of these lands where they took you from?”

Y/n shook her head, pointing at the spot that Hongjoong had first circled, a spot of open ocean with no land for miles around. She tapped her finger there three times, looking at them both and nodding.

Hongjoong looked at her in confusion, “No, that’s where we found you. We need to know where they took you from so we can take you back.”

Again she tapped the spot on the map with no land, nodding more emphatically at him before making a catching motion with her hands, like a trap closing around something. Hongjoong’s eyes widened as he pieced together what she was trying to say.

“They…caught you? From that spot in the ocean?”

Y/n nodded, Yeosang looking at her in shock too as they realized that could only mean one thing. Slowly, Hongjoong rolled up his map, his eyes never leaving hers as his earlier thoughts of logic and myth warred behind his sharp gaze. ‘She can’t speak or walk very well, they fished her out of the water in the middle of nowhere…’ He sat on the edge of the bunk, giving in to his curiosity and superstition as he asked, “You’re not a human…are you?”

She hesitated before shaking her head, her fear of humans resurfacing as she remembered where she was. Yeosang rushed to reassure her, “That’s okay! We won’t hurt you either way, but…wow, that’s just…wow, okay so are you a mermaid?”

Y/n smiled shyly and nodded, the entire room suddenly rocking as the ship jolted, tipping sideways violently. Yeosang caught her as she flew out of the bunk, Hongjoong rolling backwards onto the floor and landing with a groan.

“What the hell…?”

“Captain!”

Yunho’s shout from the deck had Hongjoong scrambling to his feet, motioning to Yeosang as he put Y/n back on the bunk. “Stay here, Yeo, just in case we hit something else.”

Not waiting for a response, Hongjoong bounded to the deck to see the rest of his crew scrambling to stand again and look over the railings. Yunho walked up to him with an uneasy look on his face, shaking his head when Hongjoong asked, “Did we hit a reef?”

“No, Captain…the big shadow under the ship…it hit us.”

Sharing a look with Yunho, Hongjoong shouted out to Wooyoung. “Woo! Be careful, but give us a lookout. See if there’s something we can’t see from here.”

Saluting sarcastically, Wooyoung clambered up the mast and into the crows nest. As he looked out into the water far below, his stomach dropped at the sight of the biggest creature he’d ever seen just beneath the surface. Easily almost the size of their entire ship, it’s long speckled tail swayed side to side as it propelled its large form towards their ship again, very humanoid arms reaching to knock the vessel sideways.

‘It swims side to side…a shark? …that’s a big fucking shark.’

Tying himself to the mast quickly as he leaned over to shout down to the crew, “Brace yourselves! It’s coming back!”

The moment the words left his mouth, the ship rocked dangerously to the side, throwing the men in all different directions, some almost over the edge into the now frothing water. Hongjoong shouted to Wooyoung as he stood again, “What the hell is it?”

Scrambling down from the crows nest, Wooyoung waved his arms frantically as he recalled the creature.

“It’s huge, Captain! As big as a whale or bigger, but it moves like a shark. I don’t think it’s just some big creature, though, it’s too smart and it looked like it had…arms.”

‘Arms?’ Hongjoong puzzled, everything too fantastical for his liking today. He couldn’t help but wonder suddenly if there was a connection between finding her, a mermaid, and the giant creature? messing with their ship.

“Captain?”

He looked up to meet the eyes of his crew, all of them nervous that the creature’s next pass would throw them into the ocean. “Don’t worry, I have a hunch. For now, tie down anything heavy that’s loose and secure your life lines. I’ll be right back.”

Running down the stairs again, he pushed the door open to find Yeosang already carrying her towards the door.

“Ah, perfect timing Captain, will you hold that open?”

Hongjoong looked at him with a raised eyebrow, his eyes moving to her as they stopped in front of him. Y/n held his gaze, motioning behind him with her chin toward the deck.

“Why do you want to go up there?…Is it why the ship keeps tipping?”

She nodded at him, the memories returning to her when she was being thrown around in the room with Yeosang. The giant shadow in her dream, the creature below the ship, her guardian, her best friend.

Desperation filled her eyes as she nodded at Hongjoong again, his decision made as he finally accepted the unlikely truth. He allowed Yeosang to pass him up the stairs, carrying her onto the deck while the crew gathered around them.

“What’s going on, Captain?” San’s features were carved in confusion as they all watched Yeosang sit her on the railing with her back to the water.

“We figured out why the ship is being attacked, San. Turns out…we have something that doesn’t belong to us.” Hongjoong held his hand out to her as he and Yeosang helped her turn, kicking the trousers onto the deck and throwing her legs over the other side of the railing. Yeosang kissed the back of her hand gently as she smiled at him, Y/n looking to Hongjoong with gratitude as she smiled brightly.

He smiled back to her before she turned and leapt off the railing, plunging into the water below as the rest of the crew shouted after her.

Amongst the feeling of tiny bubbles against her skin, silence engulfed her.

As though she were a sponge, she could feel the familiar comfort of the ocean flowing into her. It swirled through her like a warm tidal wave, washing from the top of her head to the tips of her fins.

Looking down at her tail in relief, she shed the pirate’s shirt as she twirled in the water with a happy giggle, the sound bringing more relief as she regained her voice. Sensing the huge presence ascending from the depths below her, Y/n giggled again, turning to look down as she was engulfed by a pair of large, gentle hands.

Holding his thumbs as she popped her head out, the gorgeous giant rose into the sunlight, his massive form trailing down deeper into the water as his worried face was finally in her sight again.

“Seonghwa…”

The huge mershark pulled her close to him, pressing her against his cheek in a soft hug.

“Thank the depths, you’re alright…Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? I thought I’d lost you, little fish. To see you captured by humans…I was too slow, I tried to get to you but I-”

“Stop it, Seonghwa.” She nuzzled against his cheek firmly as she patted his nose. “It’s my fault…you told me to be more careful in shallow water. I was too close to the surface and I know it’s hard for you to swim over the reef sometimes.”

She wriggled until he moved his hands back, shifting his left so she could sit in his palm, Seonghwa smiling softly as she planted her hands on either side of his nose and pleaded at him with sparkling eyes.

“I’m sorry I made you worry, Hwa. I hit my head when they captured me, so my memory was fuzzy until a little while ago, but I was saved by the pirates on that ship.”

Pointing above them at the Inception, Y/n could see the wavering image of the crew leaning over the railing, searching the dark water for any sign of her after she’d jumped overboard.

“I know…” Seonghwa lifted his other hand to place a now only slightly bloody cloth in her hands, her eyes widening as she remembered the first bandage Yeosang had given her. “I watched them save you from the fishermen. I wasn’t about to let either ship you were on out of my sight until I could figure out a way to get you off that ship.”

Deceptive for his size, Seonghwa gently brushed one finger against the much more secure bandage around her head, his fear and anxiety melting away as she smiled at him.

“Is that why you were rocking the boat? Trying to get their attention?”

Y/n’s smile turned cheeky at the sheepish look that crossed Seonghwa’s face. “I wasn’t trying to hurt any one, but I knew they wouldn’t go very far if they thought I was dangerous…”

Shaking her head fondly, she leaned forward to hug his cheek again. “Maybe not so dangerous, but you’re still my hero, Seonghwa.” He held her against his cheek a little tighter, circling slowly beneath the Inception as they reunited.

On the surface, the pirates all still watched the water with tense anticipation, Hongjoong hoping they hadn’t just let some random woman jump to her death. Just as he was about to jump in after her, Wooyoung shouted as they saw her head pop up next to the ship, waving at them with a smile.

“Hi guys!”

Yeosang laughed while the others looked at her in shock. The idea that they had saved a mermaid from fishermen was beyond anything they’d ever imagined to encounter at sea. Slowly, Wooyoung and San smiled too, waving back at her as she drew as close as she could to the ship and still see them all.

“I’m sorry, I really couldn’t explain anything without my voice. But yes, Yeosang, I am a mermaid and my name is Y/n.”

She smiled at the medic, the bright smile he gave her in return making her cheeks red. Floating out of the water a little, she held her hand over her heart as she spoke again. “Thank you. Truly, I owe you all my life…so thank you for saving me from the fate of a common fish.”

All of them smiled at her then, Hongjoong leaning over the railing more. “It’s an honor to have simply met a mermaid, twice the honor to have her trust us with her name. I am still curious about your ferocious guardian, however.”

Y/n snorted at the word ‘ferocious’, promising to introduce them as she popped beneath the water again. The pirates all scanned the surface, her head coming up again before she turned to say, “My friends…this is Seonghwa.”

The ocean around the ship trembled, Yunho and Mingi looking at each other in fear as small waves lapped at the sides of their vessel. Breaching the surface, sleek jet-black hair framed an otherworldly face, his beauty leaving several of the men breathless, the Captain most of all. The merman shared with her the pointed ears and teeth of mermaids, but his pattern covered almost his entire body, fading to a more human skin on his chest, neck, and face. And much to the shock of Hongjoong and his entire crew…Seonghwa was massive.

Easily able to topple their ship, his head alone stood the height of the Captain, several of the pirates peeking into the water to see his body disappear into the dim waves. Fear was the logical response to a being of that size rising out of the water, only Hongjoong staying near the railing as the others backed up slightly.

Awkward silence stretched between them then, Seonghwa raising his hand out of the water to wave at them sheepishly.

“You don’t have to be afraid of him, he didn’t mean you any harm.”

They still hesitated despite Y/n’s reassurance, the key to gaining their trust coming in the sound of Seonghwa’s soft voice.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. I wasn’t trying to break your ship, or hurt anyone, but I didn’t know how else to stop you so I could get her back.”

“He’s not all that dangerous, just very big and a little clumsy.”

Seonghwa playfully shoved her under the water with one hand, smiling fondly at her when she resurfaced just out of arms reach with a giggle.

“Thank you for saving her from that awful ship. I’m not sure what I would do…I’d be very lost and very lonely without my little fish.”

Hongjoong nodded when Seonghwa looked at him, watching them with amusement as he twirled her through the water while she held his fingers. Over the initial shock of the insanity of their current situation, the Captain found himself saddened at the thought that they might never encounter the two fascinating beings ever again. He hesitated to ask them to stick around, knowing it was dangerous for them to follow too closely to humans, especially Seonghwa, but he was so intrigued by the giant mershark that Hongjoong thought a part of him might actually die if he didn’t get to know him more.

Before he could struggle internally any more, Yeosang, Yunho, Wooyoung, and San all crowded around him. In a hushed tone, Wooyoung begged the Captain, “…can we keep them? Look at them Captain, they’re amazing and adorable and he’s so cool and she’s so cool and San and I want to go swimming with her and do you think he’d let us ride on his bac-”

Yeosang slapped his hand over Woo’s mouth, the muffled sound of him still rambling causing Hongjoong to roll his eyes. Seeing the way his crew accepted them he knew, at least with this ship full of humans, they would be safe wherever they were. Turning back to Seonghwa, he made his decision.

“It’s our genuine pleasure to have saved her and to have met the both of you, an opportunity as rare as much of the treasure we chase. If you ever need help in the future, or are threatened by humans again, please trust that we’ll help you.”

Y/n looked at Seonghwa hopefully, seeing a spark in her giant friend’s eyes that was more than curiosity. Smiling wide, she turned to the seven grinning pirates that cheered at what their Captain said, feeling the beginnings of a strange and wonderful friendship.

Almost a year later

“No. No…I swear Woo don’t you dar-oomph!”

Water shot into the air as Y/n was flattened into the sand by a cackling Wooyoung, San having hoisted said menace into the air in order to catch her. The shallows allowed her to out-maneuver them for the most part, but they were getting better and better at working together. She was still at an advantage, however, as Yeosang grabbed a wriggling Wooyoung off of her and threw him back at San. The three then faced off as Yeosang put himself between the mischief duo and Y/n, the mermaid swimming around behind him and flapping her tail at them tauntingly.

Standing tall in the thigh deep water and pointing at Yeosang dramatically, Wooyoung declared, “Give up the mermaid, you villian! We will stand for your torment of her no longer!!”

San sputtered a laugh as Y/n snorted in laughter with him, Yeosang bracing himself menacingly as he silently challenged Wooyoung. In a freaky show of telepathy, Wooyoung and San suddenly both zeroed in on Yeosang, the duo advancing as one and tackling Yeosang into the shallow crystal clear water as her laughter rang through the air.

The small island where the Inception was anchored had become their regular spot to meet Y/n and Seonghwa, the shallow water closer to the island perfect for Y/n to swim with the pirates, and the deeper slope of the island’s gradual drop off perfect for Seonghwa to simply lay on the soft sands with his arms folded under his chin to hold his head out of the water.

Hongjoong was in his usual spot, sitting in the crook of Seonghwa’s elbow with his legs dangling into the water, a book open that he read aloud from as he leaned against Seonghwa’s giant cheek. The mershark had his eyes half-closed in content, his heart warm as he watched her romp through the water with the younger pirates, Hongjoong’s voice soothing him more as he read him his human stories.

Seonghwa’s back was warm as well, Mingi sprawled on his stomach across Seonghwa’s shoulder fast asleep while Yunho lay stretched down his spine beside him with a book open, Jongho sitting down farther near Seonghwa’s tail with his legs in the water and his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sun.

He’d never imagined that he’d be so attached to such a strange group of humans, but the way his heart fluttered when Hongjoong adjusted more comfortably into his arm and leaned his head against Seonghwa, had the giant mershark deciding he would cherish the trust of these dear little creatures for the rest of his life.

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To Bind a Demon

Chapter One

What happens when you randomly get a cursed object and now you have a demon in your living room?

Warnings: vulgar language, demons, Familiars, alcohol, nudity.

Chapter One.

Tonight was absolute shit. Nothing seemed to go right today and I didn't know why. It started out with me shattering my coffee pot this morning and because I had to clean up the mess before my cat stepped on any of the shards I was late to my appointment. Being late to one appointment set my entire day off so of course I ended up being late to work. The only thing that made my day a little better was knowing my boss, Courtney, didn’t mind too much if I was a little late. It was a snoozy bar in the day hours that only really filled up at night, which gave her more time to chat with her regulars before I arrived. It worked out in the end.

Her motherly demeanor did lift my spirits a little bit upon arrival but the good feeling vanished entirely when she left and the night crowd stormed through the door. Eddy’s was a small bar but that didn’t mean that everyone didn’t try to cram inside at whatever chair they could find as soon as it hit eight o’clock. It quickly became a very cramped space every night.

“If you can actually ask for a drink that has liquor that exists in this country then yes I’ll make it for you,” I sassed a new patron. He looked like he was from out of town and was trying to impress a crowd that couldn’t care less about his designer clothes or gold chain. He smelled like cheap cologne, making me gag.

“What kind of bar doesn’t have this liquor?” The guy snapped, looking at me like I was worth less than the dirt on his shoe.

“What kind of dumbass comes into a dive bar and asks for super expensive Italian booze?” A regular of mine, Ted, spoke up. He was a grizzly older man who had more tattoos than hair and didn’t tolerate any sort of crap when it came to me.

The newcomer floundered like a fish for a moment and Ted mimicked his expression until he was red in the face and storming out of the bar.

“Thanks Ted,” I gave the man a smile as I cleaned the glasses.

“Anytime kid, you already deal with enough stuff. People like that don’t need to make life harder for you,” he said with a satisfied grin as I set another beer in front of him. He thanked me before getting up to throw out his old bottle and retaking his seat again.

I didn’t get to stay long and chat before I was being called over by another group of patrons at the bar top. My night was filled with nonstop running and soon enough I was covered in a light sheen of sweat and smelled like a strange concoction of alcohol that had spilled on me. I liked it when it was busy, it made the time go by faster. The trick was to make it stay busy until it was almost closing time, but I wasn’t lucky tonight. Most everyone had cleared out by ten o’clock except for Ted and a few others who were making lustful eyes at each other over the rim of their glasses.

I was nearly done washing all of my dishes when a lone guy walked up to my bar and I gave him a smile. I almost forgot about him sitting at a table in the back. “Ready to close out?” I asked.

He smiled and held out a closed hand to me. “Thank you,” I said and held out my hand, but whereas I was expecting cash or a card, what dropped into my hand was something unfamiliar. My brows scrunched up and I looked and saw a little plastic beaded bracelet in my palm.

“Uh, what?” I began to ask but when I looked up the man was looking at me with a manic grin that sent a chill down my spine before taking off like a bat out of Hell. “Hey wait!”

I took off after him but the bar top stood between us and by the time I rounded the corner I saw his car squealing out of the parking lot. I could only stare in fury after the taillights that disappeared around the corner. “You motherfucker! Are you fucking kidding me?”

In a small bout of rage I locked the front door, making it so that no one else could enter. “I’m closing up early everyone, there’s a bar down the road if you all still want to drink.” It was only thirty minutes early, Courtney wouldn’t mind if I closed up early. She’s done it a few times herself.

The couple that had been eye fucking each other earlier now looked at me with a smidge of wariness and it was a little deserved. My usual appearance tends to intimidate people. The man handed me his card and I quickly cashed them out. The faster this was done, the sooner I could go home.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move that fast kid. What did he even give you?” Ted asked as he finished his beer.

I held up the stupid bracelet to show him as I handed the couple their receipt. “This bracelet.”

Ted squinted his eyes to try and see it better. “Did his kid make it or something?”

“Who knows. I didn’t exactly get the chance to ask him who made it before he ran out the door,” I huffed out a laugh as I slid the bracelet onto my wrist. It was childish but at least I had proof of this story for when I told Courtney. “I think this was the cherry on top of the cake for me today. I’m ready to go to bed.”

Ted laughed and nodded in agreement. “Sounds good enough. I want you to know though that if I was able to I would’ve ran after him too. Don’t ever get old y/n.”

He laid the cash for his drinks on the bar top before sliding off his seat with a grunt. “Have a good night kid. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you Ted. Get home safe, alright?” I called after him as I cashed him out.

“You as well,” he said back before leaving the bar for the night.

I watched him leave as I wiped down the bar top for the final time tonight before counting my drawer. Most of my side work was already finished so I was heading home in record time, locking up and shutting the lights off behind me. Thankfully I didn’t live too far from Eddy’s so it was a quick drive, and I let out a long sigh as soon as the door shut behind me. The events of the day weighed heavily on my shoulders and I flopped unceremoniously on the couch, closing my eyes.

They didn’t stay shut for long when I heard a soft chirp come from near my feet and I felt a smile curl my lips before I even opened my eyes. “Hi Boo,” I cooed, watching my feline friend hop onto the couch and make his way over to me. I gave him scratches on his head as he leaned into my touch, his black fur soft against my palm. I could hear his purrs from the gentle touches and I chuckled softly. I’ve had him since he was a kitten and he has been one of the main sources of happiness in my life.

I stayed like that for a moment longer, petting him and letting all of the tension leave my body. “How was your day, Boo?” I softly asked him, smiling as he rubbed his head against me. “Have fun laying in the sun? Playing with your toys?” He stopped his rubbing before settling against me, his purring getting louder. I huffed out a laugh before digging into my pocket and grabbing out the bracelet.

“While you were enjoying another peaceful day here I got stiffed and left with this as a payment. Maybe it can be another toy for you,” I told him, dangling the bracelet enticingly before him. Usually he was an avid enjoyer of these kinds of toys but instead he made a disgruntled noise before jumping down from the couch and making his way towards the kitchen. “Ah, food first and then playtime,” I said to myself before slipping the bracelet on my wrist and getting up.

I followed after him and grabbed a cup of his food, turning and finding him waiting patiently for his meal. It was one of my favorite things about him, he wasn’t a screamer for food and he was patient when I grabbed it for him. Attention, however, was a different story.

“Here you go sweetie.” I poured his food into his dish and gave him head scratches before I put the cup away and let him eat. I suddenly felt exhausted, my eyes nearly drooping. With a yawn I made my way to the bathroom to shower and only emerged when my skin was pink and scrubbed clean of the wear and tear of the day. I found Boo already laying on my bed when I entered my bedroom and I gave him a sleepy smile as I crawled beneath the covers. I didn’t waste time shutting my eyes but they stayed shut for only a moment before I felt a sharp pain on my wrist. They snapped open to see Boo biting and pulling at the bracelet on my wrist and I groaned as I pulled him off. “Of course you want to play now when I’m going to sleep,” I scolded lightly before tucking my hand under my pillow and shutting my eyes. This time I did finally fall asleep, no longer disturbed by Boo’s antics.

I didn’t stay asleep for long, feeling Boo biting at the bracelet around my wrist again and tugging on it with all of his might. I could feel the small pinpricks of his claws digging into my wrist and I sleepily grumbled as I pulled my wrist away from him. “Boo, knock it off,” I rasped and he seemed to listen because the attacks on my wrist stopped. In fact I felt the dip in the bed that was made by him leave entirely and I began to question if he had left the room when there was a loud crash. I jumped upright, my eyes frantically scanning my dark bedroom for what had caused the commotion. At first I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary but as my eyes adjusted I saw a picture had fallen off of my wall, resting on the floor where it had landed.

I let out a breath of relief, feeling my earlier panic begin to fade before spiking back up as I watched a candle on my dresser slide off of it on its own, landing with a thud on my carpet. Another candle followed in its path before the window flew wide open and I let out a short scream. There was no way any of this was normal nor a coincidence; my heart beat loud in my ears as I sat in fear. What was happening? Where was Boo?

“You know you snore?”

The scream that ripped from me was ear piercing as I flung myself off of my bed, landing in a tangled heap with my blanket. It caught around my legs and I frantically tried to free myself as the owner of the unknown voice laughed at my clumsiness. The blanket seemed to tighten around my legs the more I yanked at them, and soon it became impossible to separate them and I gave up.

I narrowed my eyes at the intruder, who was sitting on the edge of my bed holding Boo who looked less than pleased at being held by the stranger. It was hard to make out most features, but I could see sharp cheekbones highlighted by the minimal moonlight coming in through the window and pitch black eyes, and what I was positive about were horns and a tail. A lump formed in my throat as fear pooled in my belly, my heart hammering so loud in my rib cage I’m sure he could hear it.

“Who are you?” I winced at how my voice cracked, knowing I sounded as scared as I felt.

“Your newly bound demon, human. Here to hinder you every step of the way and devour your soul,” he spoke. I could hear the glee in his voice at the mention of devouring my soul and I felt my body grow clammy. “You’re stuck with me once you hold the artifact I’m bound to.”

At this my brows scrunched in confusion. I don’t recall ever holding onto anything that looked ancient or mythical looking, especially not one looking like there was a demon bound to it. What exactly an artifact with a demon bound to it looked like I wasn’t sure but I think I would’ve remembered it if I saw it. “What artifact?”

“The bracelet you wear on your wrist, mortal. The one your feline companion has been trying to take off of you as they could sense my presence,” the demon explained, sounding a little irritated.

I looked down at my wrist at the bracelet with purple plastic beads, something that looked so ordinary and childlike. This was the source of my predicament right now? “You mean to tell me this bracelet that looks like a kid made it is what you’re bound to?”

The demon went quiet for a while and I looked up at him to see he had frozen completely. I was about to ask what was going on when he spoke again. “I made that myself. What do you mean it looks like a kid made it?” I could hear the pout in his voice and I bit my tongue hard to keep myself from laughing. That was the last thing I wanted to do in this situation. I think I’d earn myself a one way ticket to Hell if I let it loose.

“Well, you called it an artifact. When I think of an artifact I think of something that looks really old and something that stands out. This looks like something I made in first grade,” I explained, holding my wrist up for emphasis.

I jumped as something came crashing down from my dresser, it sounded like my mirror. “I put a lot of thought into it! It’s perfect to hide in plain sight, you wouldn’t see it coming!” He snarled and I could now hear the anger simmering in his words.

“I mean yeah it worked, I certainly didn’t expect it, but maybe you could’ve added some metal beads to spice it up? Some ancient runes carved into those beads?” Why wasn’t I shutting up? There was a literal demon in my room, holding my cat hostage, and knocking stuff off of my walls and dresser in fits of rage and here I was provoking him by calling the artifact he made and was bound to a first grader’s art project. If I was going to die right now it would be because of my mouth.

I jerked as he suddenly stood from my bed and dropped Boo on the floor, who ran to me and arched his back in an intimidating stance. The demon took threatening steps towards me and I held my hands up as if to shield me. What good it’d do was debatable but something was better than nothing. He stopped a foot from me and I could make out more of his features now. He had pretty feline eyes and his tail whipped around in an agitated manner. I could feel the threatening aura rolling off of him now.

“I could devour your soul right now,” he growled and Boo hissed.

“I don’t doubt it, but you probably won’t. If you really wanted to, you would’ve done it when I said your artifact was silly the first time.”

His eyes narrowed and I gulped. This was it, I was done for. Boo was going to be left alone to fend for himself because of my smart mouth. Hell, here I come.

We stayed like that for a tense few minutes before I felt the blanket release its grip on my legs. I looked up at him in confusion as the demon sighed, his shoulders and tail slouching.

“You called my bluff,” he muttered dejectedly. “I don’t want to eat your soul. Not right now anyway.” He sat on the edge of my bed with a huff of defeat, his body curling in on itself. I looked at him with confusion before casting a look at Boo. As if Boo was reading my thoughts, he looked at me with a look that seemed to say “what even is going on right now?”

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“I thought I really had it this time and that I would finally be able to consume a soul but I can’t bring myself to do it!” He raised his arms in defeat, letting them fall back into his lap after a moment. We had moved to the living room couch, the demon bundled in one of my softest blankets as I sat next to him. He had taken to keeping Boo in his lap, petting the less than amused cat. “I couldn’t even eat the soul of the guy before you, the one that gave you my artifact. I just told him I did and did some scary magic tricks to scare him so much that he would think I did. I only made the lights flicker enough to create the atmosphere and I dropped an ice cube down his shirt to spook him. He still has his soul, but he’ll think he’s damned forever.”

I let the demon vent, starting to feel bad for the guy the more he talked. San, that was his name, was nearly a thousand years old and has never consumed a human soul. When asked how he’s still alive he told me that demons don’t technically need to eat souls to live, they feed off of energies. Souls to a demon was like a human having the best snack in the world. They didn’t need it but it was delicious when they had it. San just always felt bad when he was about to so he’d back out of it.

I watched his tail twist on the couch cushion and the movement reminded me of a cat. “So you weren’t actually going to eat my soul?”

He pouted. “No I wasn’t. I just wanted to give that guy a way to get rid of me so I told him he can pass the relic onto another mortal soul. He picked you, I had no choice in that.” He gave Boo’s head some scratches but the cat wasn’t having it. He hissed at the demon but San didn’t pay any attention to him.

I sighed. “So you’re not really bound to me?”

He hesitated, suddenly very interested in Boo’s fur. “I mean, you do have a nice place here. You’re also nicer than most humans when it comes to me being a demon.” He trailed off towards the end, still not meeting my eyes.

“Would using a smudge stick on my apartment get rid of you?”

“You really think some dried herbs are going to get rid of me?”

I sighed a little louder this time. What that meant is that I was stuck with him until he decided he was bored of me. I stood from the couch to grab a drink of water, thinking things through as I walked.

“Fine, you can stay, but there needs to be some ground rules if you do,” I started, grabbing a glass down from the cupboard. I fixed him with a stern look. “You can’t bring any harm to me or my cat, and I would appreciate it if you could help keep the place clean. Also please don’t answer the door if I’m not home, I don’t need questions from my neighbors.”

He nodded in understanding, his tail starting to wag. “Is that all?” He asked curiously.

“I’ll add more rules as I see fit.”

”Then it’s a deal!” He grinned. “I swear I’ll be the best roommate ever!” He looked down at Boo and cooed at my cat. “‘You hear that? You’ll get all the cuddles and scratches you want, little kitty.”

I smiled at the affection he showed Boo before turning to pour water into my glass. I had turned my back for only a minute when there was a popping noise and a flash of light and the sound of San gasping. I whipped around to see no sign of Boo, San looking shocked and a naked man standing in the middle of my living room looking like he wanted to claw San’s eyes out.

“Get him away from me! Why doesn’t he have any concert of personal space?” The naked man hissed, turning to look at me with a fed up glare. It was then that I noticed the collar that was around his neck and the little bell that chimed softly with his movements. I recognized that collar, I put it on Boo after his bath times every week.

I was reeling, the world spinning slightly at the scene that was unfolding before me. I tried to grab onto the counter to steady myself but my hand slipped and I began to fall. I had fainted before I had even hit the ground.

#demon!San x reader #Ateez x reader #San x Reader #Wooyoung #San #Ateez #fanfic

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spooo00oky · 21 days ago

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Baby Fangs Part One

A continuing series of werewolf!San and vampire!Reader and the chaotic new life they find themselves in.

Warnings: blood, probably some gore at some point so I’m putting that here just in case, crack, fluff, some angst, vampires, werewolves, supernatural

I’ve been walking for a while, my throat burning and my belly growling. Everyone smelled so good, and my body was aching but something told me I couldn’t hurt these people. The pain in my neck was a throbbing ache that wasn’t letting up. Have streetlights always been so bright? I squinted against them, the bright lights sending a stabbing pain into my eyes.

Suddenly a scent caught my attention. It was delicious, mouthwatering even, and I realized I was actually drooling. I wiped the saliva from my chin before speeding towards it, the people on the crowded sidewalk blurring past me a little too fast to be considered normal. I was too focused to pay attention to it at all though, honing in on the scent that was slowly driving me crazy.

I found the source of it, a built man that was completely oblivious to the danger he was now in. I didn’t hesitate in grabbing him by the arm and yanking him into the nearby alley, a feat that wouldn’t have been possible under normal circumstances. I pinned him to the wall, sending him a malicious grin before I was lunging forward, fangs ready to pierce the skin of his neck. Repercussions be damned, I was so hungry.

Suddenly there was a loud growl and a hand against my forehead, pushing me back and holding me still. I paused, my mouth hanging open dumbly as I looked at him with confusion. This was definitely not how this was supposed to be going, how was he so easily holding me back? Any form of confidence I had in this attack going well shriveled and died instantly when I saw his bared fangs, the growl coming from him.

”Don’t you have any manners? You don’t just assume you can feed on any creature you find,” he growled out.

My mind was wiped clean of any thought, struggling to process his words. The single minded hunger I previously had was gone and clarity came back to me, and I fully realized the position I was in. My jaw snapped shut and I pulled back from his hand and cleared my throat, embarrassment burning inside of me. “I’m so sorry, I really don’t know what came over me.” I understood if he didn’t buy my excuse, I had just nearly attacked him and drained him of his blood.

The man scoffed. “Seriously? You don’t know what possessed you to try sinking your fangs into my neck?” He busied himself with fixing his shirt, grumbling while he did so. “It’s always us werewolves that get the stereotype that we’re mindless hungry beings, never the vampires. They’re called the classy and sophisticated ones while we’re called mangy mutts.”

I didn’t fight back against his grumbling, I deserved it after all. I wallowed in my guilt before something he said caught my attention and I gave him a curious look. “Wait, you’re a werewolf?”

He gave me a confused look, like he was struggling to comprehend my question. “Yes? Have you never met one?”

I shook my head. “Can’t say that I have. I only just met my first vampires a day ago.”

That’s right, it was coming back to me! I had been freshly mugged and fed up with being taken advantage of. Somehow I had stumbled upon the two most beautiful men I had ever seen before who were feasting on a poor soul who was in the wrong place at the right time. They had both hissed and growled when they saw me but paused when I outright asked them to turn me. The shorter one questioned if I was insane but when I told him my reasoning he gave in. I think the defeated expression I no doubt wore and my tattered and bloody clothes had also helped in both of their decisions.

“Hongjoong please, I’ll do it,” the taller vampire told him in a velvet soft voice. He explained the logistics of the change and what I could expect after the fact, saying that he would be my sire and I would be his fledgling. He didn’t go into much more detail, saying it would be easier to explain once I was fully turned but he did say he and his mate would be the ones to take care of me during this period.

I didn’t have much of a choice but to trust them, and they warned me it would hurt. I gave the taller vampire the go ahead and he had made me drink his blood from a slice on his arm. I remember feeling cold after that, goosebumps rising on my skin once I pulled away from him. I had felt dizzy as well, my mind beginning to spin before halting when the vampire, Seonghwa I remember he told me, held my face in his hands. He gave me a smile, and I felt myself compelled to mirror his expression before there was a sickening crunch and everything went black.

Things had been fuzzy when I woke up and all I had remembered was the burning hunger inside of me and being alone. I didn’t remember the two vampires or anything at that moment, only thirst, which led me to leaving the unfamiliar small room with boarded up windows I found myself in.

The man before me looked bewildered and his eyes roamed over me as if seeing me in a whole new light now. “A day ago? What do you mean a day ago? Where is your sire?” He asked, looking around as if voicing the question would make the vampire materialize out of thin air.

I shrugged. “I don’t really remember, I just remember waking up alone and very hungry.” The memory I had of Seonghwa’s face was blurry, I just remember long dark hair and the flash of silver crosses.

The man swore and rubbed a hand down his face, looking like he was faced with dire news. “Fuck, okay, I’m only doing this because you’re at risk of hurting a lot of humans right now and you should have a sire to help you through this.” He ran a hand through his hair in distress. “Fuck, I’ve only met a handful of vampires in my life and I didn’t really pay attention to them!” He turned back to me, taking a calming breath. ”You’re going to have to come back with me to my house because there’s too many people around you right now and I know you’re probably hurting. I have some fresh kills from my hunt that you can drink from because it’s all I have.”

The mention of food made my stomach rumble and the fire in my throat to flare up again. I rubbed at my neck uncomfortably, nodding in agreement. “Anything to help make this stop.”

He took my hand, guiding me deeper into the alley. “Come on Baby Fangs, time to get out of here. The sun will be up soon.”

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Unbeknownst to me, Seonghwa had torn apart the building I had been put into, frantically looking for me. “Y/n! Where are you?” He shouted, looking everywhere he could think of. He was panicking now, his fledgling was out there right now in a city full of humans with ample opportunities to do plenty of harm. He couldn’t believe he had messed up this badly, his poor fledgling probably hungry and confused and so lost.

“No luck finding her?” Hongjoong asked him, looking at him with concern. He knew Seonghwa would take this the hardest out of the two elder vampires, considering he was the one to actually turn her. The bond between a sire and their fledgling was unlike anything else.

Seonghwa shook his head. “No, she’s gone. Hongjoong what do I do? She can be exposed to sunlight and then it’ll all have been for nothing!”

Hongjoong rested a comforting hand on his mate’s shoulders, feeling his pain. “She’s smart, she’ll figure it out in no time that the sun hurts. In the meantime we’ll keep looking for her. When the sun is out she’ll be more confined to dark spaces, eliminating a lot of the hassle for us.” He soothed Seonghwa as best he could, knowing his mate needed logic and reason at a time like this. “Now come, let’s go find our girl.”

Seonghwa sniffled, wiping the few tears that managed to escape before nodding. He rose to his full height before disappearing in a plume of black smoke, a bat flying around the room now before darting out the window. Hongjoong transformed as well, zipping out of the window as fast as possible to find their fledgling.

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I was safely stashed away in a cabin, San’s cabin. I had come to find out his name on the walk to his home, which was conveniently located in a secluded, wooded area. It was nicer here, the smell of humans long gone and the burn in my throat had lessened. That also could be due to the few rabbits San had already given me, which I drained dry in record time.

“Could I have one more? I’m sorry but I’m still hungry,” I asked him from my space on his couch,

He sighed but relented. “I knew fledglings were ravenous and near impossible to control but I never knew they were this hungry.” He got up and left the building, heading to the small shed out back that he stored all of his kills from his hunts. He arrived a few minutes later with a raccoon, handing it to me before sitting in the armchair again. He watched me as my fangs sank into the animal, starting to drain it dry just like the others. “At this rate I might have to go and get you human blood bags from a hospital or something. You’re a new vampire and I don’t think the animal blood is cutting it for you.”

I released the racccon with a happy sigh, setting it in the bucket that San provided. “I feel a lot better now though. Thank you again,” I told him with a fanged smile.

He nodded and got up, moving towards the window. I watched him curiously as he pulled the curtain shut more, keeping the ray of sun from touching my skin. “You’ll need to be kept in a dark room from now on. I’m sure the sun won’t feel good if it were to touch you.”

I nodded in understanding, thanking him for his concern. He gave me an undiscernible look and began to awkwardly glance around as he didn’t say anything else, just stare. It was a moment later when he finally decided to speak up.

“I don’t mind you staying here. I know it’s weird because we don’t really know each other and we just met but I do know that fledglings need their sire when they’re first turned. We don’t know where yours is and I would feel too guilty leaving you alone and starving with no real grasp of your powers yet. So until we find your sire, I don’t mind you staying here. I’ll help keep you fed and I’ll try to help you as best I can with your powers,” he explained. “I think they manifest over time, I’m not too sure though.”

If I could still feel my heart beating I’m sure my chest would be flooded with warmth with my heart fluttering at the center of it all. I smiled gratefully at him. “I really appreciate it, San. I don’t have a whole lot of money to repay you though.” I didn’t have any money. I was mugged right before I was turned.

San waved away my concern. “Don’t worry about it, all I ask is you clean up after yourself and help out around here. Also, please don’t mind the other werewolves that might stop by here from time to time. They’re part of my pack and like to show up whenever they want.”

I grinned brightly at the compromise, just happy to have some help in this confusing time while we waited for Seonghwa and Hongjoong to

#werewolf!San x reader #vampire!Reader x San #Ateez #San #Seonghwa #Hongjoong #Yunho #Yeosang #Mingi #Wooyoung #Jongho #fanfic

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spooo00oky · 23 days ago

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Pillow talk w San pleeeeease!!

Soft Ruin—☁︎

Pairing: Choi San (Boyfriend!AU) × Female Barista Reader

Wordcount: 3.9k

Synopsis: One more syrup pump away from falling apart — and tonight, you finally do. But when you walk through the door, San’s waiting. He sees the storm in your eyes before the first tear falls. He doesn’t ask. He just holds you, strips away every ounce of exhaustion with reverent touch and whispered praise, and reminds you you don’t have to be strong when you’re with him.

Genre: Smut, Pillow talk, Emotional Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Softness, Gentle Dom!AU

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), Emotional breakdown, Crying during intimacy, Praise kink, Gentle dominance, Overstimulation, Safe aftercare, Mentions of work burnout, Soft possessiveness, Intense emotional vulnerability, Multiple rounds, Light begging, Worshipful language, Established relationship

The espresso machine whined again, and the sharp hiss of steaming milk cut through the noise like a blade. Your hands were sore from pumping syrup, wiping counters, and gripping too many paper cups in too little time. It was your third closing shift in a row, and you were running on less than four hours of sleep and a caffeine crash that hit hard around 6 p.m.

You didn’t think the day could get worse—until your manager asked you to restock the syrups even though your shift was almost over. And then a couple came in five minutes before closing to order five drinks. And your coworker disappeared into the back again like they always do when things get too busy.

You smiled through your teeth. You told every customer, “Have a good night,” like you meant it. But your chest was heavy, and your eyes stung in a way that had nothing to do with the smell of espresso. You wanted to cry—right there, behind the counter. Just sit on the floor, hide behind the pastry case, and let yourself fall apart.

But you didn’t. You held it together. You always did.

The clock finally hit 10:02 p.m., you locked the doors and turned the sign to closed. You went through the usual closing routine in silence: wiping down counters, restocking lids, sweeping crumbs into a dustpan you were too tired to lift properly. You didn’t say much to your coworker; you just gave them a small wave, and they didn’t seem to notice you were one small comment away from crashing.

By the time you left, the streets were almost quiet, the sky turned into black. Your backpack felt heavier than usual on your shoulders, and the walk home was slow, your muscles dragging beneath you like weights. You didn’t check your phone. You didn’t listen to music. You just walked.

The thought of your apartment didn’t bring much comfort.

But he did.

Your boyfriend, San.

The only thought that had kept you standing upright all night. The only person who could make this entire day melt away with a look, with a touch, with the way he says your name like it's a soft song he never wants to stop humming.

When you finally reached your front door, you paused for a second, hand on the knob. You felt the pressure rising in your chest again, creeping up your throat. That familiar ache behind your eyes. That awful burning that said you’re not okay, not even a little bit.

You turned the knob anyway.

The door opened slowly, and the quiet hum of the television greeted you before anything else. The lights were dim, warm and golden against the soft darkness of the room. The apartment smelled faintly of fabric softener and San’s cologne—clean, cozy, familiar.

There he was.

Sitting on the couch in those damn grey sweatpants you loved so much. His white T-shirt, his hair fluffed in that natural, messy way that made your heart do too many things at once. He was leaned back, one leg bent up on the cushion, remote resting on his thigh, his other hand loosely curled around a pillow.

He turned when he heard the door close.

And the second his eyes met yours, his whole body shifted. He dropped the remote and stood up immediately, brows knitting together, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read your mind.

“Hey, baby..” His voice was low, warm, careful. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer. Your lips pressed together tight, and you dropped your bag to the floor. The sound of it hitting the ground felt louder than it should’ve. Your hands were shaking a little. You shuffled out of your shoes and you just stepped toward him, slowly, like your body was finally giving out now that it knew it was safe.

San met you halfway.

He didn’t ask questions.

His arms wrapped around you instantly, drawing you into his chest. You collapsed into him without hesitation, forehead burying into the soft cotton of his hoodie. And just like that—everything cracked open.

The tears came fast.

Silent at first. Then messy, raw. Your shoulders trembled, your breath hitched, and your fingers gripped the fabric at his back so tightly your knuckles ached. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t quiet. But it was real.

San didn’t flinch. He didn’t rush it. He just held you, his arms snug around your back, one hand coming up to cradle your head as if to protect it from everything that had ever hurt you.

“Sweetie…” he whispered against your hair, the word coated in warmth. “Oh, baby…”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, gentle and slow.

“You’ve been holding that in all day, haven’t you?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

He sighed softly—not impatient, just heartbroken on your behalf. His hand rubbed slow circles on your lower back. “I’m sorry, love. You didn’t deserve that kind of day.”

Your fingers curled tighter into his hoodie, like you could sink into him and disappear. You felt so tired—bone-deep tired—and yet, for the first time today, you didn’t feel alone.

“You’re safe now,” San murmured. “I got you. Okay? You don’t have to do anything else. You’re home.”

Your knees buckled slightly, and he caught you without hesitation, guiding you carefully to the couch with him. He sat first, then pulled you into his lap, arms still wrapped securely around you. You curled into his chest like second nature.

He tilted his head down so his cheek could rest against the top of your head, his hand continuing to brush up and down your arm, grounding you. Letting you cry until the weight in your chest finally started to lift, even if just a little.

“You work so hard, baby,” he said quietly, like it hurt him to even have to remind you. “You give so much. You don’t always have to be strong, not with me.”

You closed your eyes, breathing in the warmth of his skin, the soft sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His hands never stopped moving—one in your hair, the other tracing lazy lines across your back. You could feel the storm inside you beginning to settle.

And for the first time all day… you finally let yourself breathe. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

You didn’t have the energy to speak. Not much, anyway.

But when San whispered, “Let me take care of you tonight,” the words settled into you like warmth spreading through cold limbs — and you nodded, slow, tired, and trusting.

His hold on you shifted gently, and then you felt the lift.

He picked you up like it was nothing, your arms curling around his shoulders out of instinct as he cradled you against his chest. Your legs dangled loosely, your body limp from exhaustion and the weight of everything you had been carrying all day. But San didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he held you closer.

He carried you down the hallway, his bare feet soft on the hardwood, and nudged the bedroom door open with his foot.

The room smelled faintly like him — warm, a little citrusy, a little musky, and so very San. The glow from the hallway followed you in, casting soft golden light across the bed. It looked messy in the most comforting way. Like home. Like a place you could finally unravel without shame.

San laid you down on the mattress slowly, like you were something fragile, something worth protecting. He knelt beside you on the bed, one hand brushing your hair back from your face, his eyes drinking in every inch of your expression.

“You okay?” he asked softly, even though he could still see the remnants of your tears.

You nodded again, blinking up at him. “Just want you..”

He smiled, then leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Just let me take care of everything now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

San shifted on top of you, not putting any weight down, just hovering, letting his body brush against yours enough to make your breath catch. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, and he looked at you again, silent but asking.

You gave the smallest nod, eyes locking with his.

He pulled your shirt up slowly, sliding the fabric over your arms, then off completely. His fingers lingered at your sides as he took in the sight of you — the rise and fall of your chest, the faint goosebumps blooming across your skin. He kissed down your shoulder, your collarbone, pausing between each press of his lips as if savoring every inch of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice low and reverent. “Even when you’re sad. Even when you feel small. I still see you. All of you.”

His words made something flutter and ache in your chest.

Next, he reached for the waistband of your pants, undoing them slowly. You lifted your hips for him, letting him slide them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He sat back to look at you again, now fully laid out beneath him.

And the way he stared?

It wasn’t lustful.

It was adoring.

His eyes roamed your body like it was the first time he’d ever seen you. Like he wanted to remember every curve, every freckle, every dip and rise of your skin.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured. “You know that, right?”

You smiled faintly through the afterglow of your tears, cheeks warming. “You’re staring…”

“I know,” he whispered. “I can’t help it.” He let out a soft giggle which made your cheeks turn slightly red.

His hand trailed down your stomach, fingers ghosting just above the waistband of your panties. He watched you closely as he moved his hand down farther, sliding it beneath the soft fabric. His touch was featherlight, teasing, and it made your thighs twitch beneath him.

A soft whine escaped your lips, and you shifted your hips just slightly.

“San… stop teasing,” you breathed, your voice thin, needy.

He stilled instantly, the smirk on his lips melting into something softer — apologetic. “Sorry,” he said, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I didn’t mean to… I just wanted to take my time with you.”

You looked up at him, and your fingers found the hem of his shirt.

He sat up to help, pulling his white tee over his head in one smooth motion. His skin was warm and tan, the lines of his body lean and soft, familiar. Your eyes moved over him — the faint curve of his waist, the dip of his collarbones, the slight sheen of warmth glowing on his chest from the soft light.

Then he stood at the edge of the bed. Hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his grey sweatpants. He met your eyes again as he pushed them down. No boxers. Nothing underneath. Now, completely bare in front of you.

He stepped out of the last piece of clothing slowly, like he wanted you to watch — not to show off, but to show you him. Vulnerable. Open. Devoted.

He crawled back onto the bed and over you, his skin pressing to yours, warm and electric. His hands framed your face, and his lips brushed over your temple, your cheek, your jaw.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered, his voice nearly trembling from how much he was holding back. “Whatever it is, baby… I’ll give it to you.”

The words hung in the warm, dim air between you. Your body answered before your voice could find the strength. A needy shift of your hips, seeking the solid warmth of him hovering above you. Your breath hitched, vibrating through your tired limbs.

San understood. He always did. His hips lowered just a fraction, the hard, hot crown of him finding the damp center of your panties. He didn’t thrust, not yet. He rubbed. Slow, torturous circles against the thin, soaked fabric, the friction sending electric jolts straight to your core. The sensation was maddening – the blunt pressure, the velvet-soft skin, the promise held just beyond that flimsy barrier. A low, aching whine tore from your throat, high and desperate.

“Sannie…” It was barely more than a breath, raw with need.

Above you, San shuddered. A matching sound, deeper and guttural, rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your skin where he pressed close. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, the words rough with restraint. He pressed harder, grinding the length of him against you through the fabric, making your back arch off the mattress. “Feel how wet you are for me? Soaked through. Just for me.”

You whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders. The exhaustion was still there, a heavy blanket, but beneath it, desire flared hotter, brighter, demanding. “San, I need you,” You gasped, the words fracturing. “Inside please.”

He stilled instantly, his eyes locking onto yours. The raw need in your voice shattered the last of his control. “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothed, his voice thick but achingly gentle. “I’ve got you.” His hand slid down, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. “Lift your hips for me, baby. Just a little.” You obeyed, a soft sigh escaping as the last scrap of fabric was peeled down your legs and discarded. The cool air kissed your exposed skin for only a heartbeat before the overwhelming heat of him returned.

San didn’t hesitate, but his movement wasn’t rough. It was deliberate, inevitable. He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging insistently against your slick, swollen entrance. He watched your face, his own etched with a mixture of awe and barely leashed hunger. “Look at me, baby,” he murmured, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. “Just look at me.”

You met his dark gaze, drowning in the intensity there – the devotion, the raw possessiveness, the utter focus on you. Then he pushed forward.

There was no slow slide, no careful prep beyond the slickness your own body provided. He filled you in one smooth, deep stroke, sheathing himself completely with a low groan that seemed ripped from his soul. Your gasp was sharp, a momentary sting of stretch eclipsed instantly by the perfect fullness, the shocking rightness of him buried deep inside. Your body clenched around him instinctively, drawing another ragged groan from his lips.

“Fuck–” He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. “So tight and perfect.” He lifted his head, his eyes blazing into yours. “Taking me so well, sweet girl. Like you were made for me. Just… perfect.” He kissed you, deep and claiming, swallowing your whimper. “So beautiful like this. Filled up. Mine.”

He didn’t move immediately. He just held himself there, deep, letting you feel every inch, letting the initial shock melt into pure, liquid heat. You could feel the frantic pulse of him inside you, the tremor in his arms as he braced himself above you, holding his weight off you. Your own body trembled, adjusting, welcoming, the ache turning into a throbbing pulse of need.

“San…” you breathed, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. “Move– please move..”

He obeyed. He pulled back slowly, almost completely out, making you whine at the loss, then surged forward again, that same deep, claiming stroke. And again. He set a relentless, deep rhythm, each thrust measured, powerful, driving the breath from your lungs. His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke, the base of him grinding against your clit with perfect, delicious pressure. The sound was obscene – the slick slide of skin on skin, your combined breaths turning into gasps and moans, the creak of the mattress beneath his driving rhythm.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised, his voice rough grit. His hands slid under you, gripping your ass firm but gently, angling you just right, making every thrust strike a spark deep inside. “Taking me so deep. So fucking deep. Feel how much I need you?” He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust that made you cry out, stars bursting behind your eyelids. “Feel how hard you make me? How fucking perfect you feel wrapped around my cock?” He leaned down, capturing your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling, sending fresh jolts of pleasure-pain through you. “My good girl. My perfect, beautiful girl.”

The praise, the filthy words delivered in that tender, reverent voice, the sheer overwhelming sensation of him moving deep inside you – it coiled the tension in your belly tighter and tighter. Your fingers scrabbled against his back, your cries growing higher, more desperate. You felt the telltale flutter deep inside, the pressure building to a peak.

“San– San, I’m… I’m gonna…” The warning was a breathless sob.

His eyes snapped to yours, burning with intensity. “Cum for me, sweetie,” he whispered, his voice low and guttural. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel you.” He thrust harder, faster, his rhythm becoming slightly erratic, focused entirely on pushing you over. “I’ve got you..”

It shattered you. Your body arched violently off the bed, a wordless scream tearing from your throat as the climax ripped through you. Wave after wave of pure, blinding pleasure crashed over you, your inner walls clamping down on him in frantic, rhythmic pulses, milking his cock deep inside you. You saw stars, heard nothing but the roar of your blood and San’s ragged groan echoing in your ears.

He fucked you through it, his thrusts becoming shallow, grinding motions as he rode out your convulsions, letting you milk him. Only when the last tremor subsided, leaving you boneless and gasping, did he finally allow his control to snap. With a low, animalistic growl that vibrated through his chest and into yours, he buried himself to the root and held, his body rigid above you. You felt the hot, liquid pulse deep inside as he came, his release filling you, his hips jerking erratically against yours. His groan was long and low, a sound of pure, unadulterated release as he collapsed onto his forearms, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath hot and ragged against your lips.

He stayed buried inside you, both of you breathing heavily, slick with sweat, utterly spent yet thrumming with the aftershocks. His lips found yours in a slow, languid kiss, tasting of salt and shared exertion. “So good,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice wrecked. “So perfect.” He kissed your temple, your eyelids, your cheeks. “Beautiful.”

He pulled out slowly, making you whimper softly at the sudden emptiness and the slick rush between your legs. He gathered you instantly, pulling you against his chest, your back to his front. One arm wrapped possessively around your waist, his hand splayed low on your belly. The other hand brushed sweat-damp hair from your forehead. You nestled into him, the exhaustion returning, but now layered with a profound, boneless satisfaction. His skin was hot against yours, his breathing gradually slowing.

You drifted, warm and safe, lulled by the beat of his heart against your back. The silence was comfortable, thick with unspoken affection and the lingering scent of sex. Just as you felt yourself sinking towards sleep, his hand on your belly shifted lower, his fingers tracing lazy patterns through the sticky mess on your inner thighs. A low hum of contentment vibrated in his chest.

“Still with me, baby?” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You nodded, a sleepy murmur escaping you. “Mhm...”

His fingers dipped lower, finding your core, still swollen and sensitive. He traced your slit, gathering wetness, his touch feather-light but deliberate. “Still so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with renewed interest. His fingers circled your clit, just a teasing brush. You gasped, your hips twitching back against the hard length you suddenly felt pressing against your lower back. He hadn’t softened at all. “Told you I’d take care of you,” he breathed, his fingers sliding lower, dipping shallowly inside you, making you clench around nothing. “All night. However you need.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Think you can take me again, sweetheart? Its alright if not, love. I don’t want to over push you...”

The thought sent a fresh spark through your tired body. The first round had been overwhelming, cathartic. This… this felt like greedy indulgence. Pure, shared pleasure. You shifted, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were dark, intense, but still held that softness, that adoration. You reached down, wrapping your hand around his hard length. He hissed, his hips pushing into your grip.

“Yes,” you whispered, meeting his gaze. “Need you again, Sannie. Need to feel you.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “You sure?,” He questioned. You nodded..

He kissed you, deep and slow, his tongue tangling with yours. His hand guided his cock back to your entrance, still slick from both of you. This time, the slide in was smoother, easier, though no less profound. He filled you with a deep, satisfied sigh, holding himself deep as he kissed you. “Mine,” he breathed against your lips. “Always mine.”

This round was different. Slower, deeper, less frantic. He moved with a lazy, rolling rhythm, taking his time, savoring every inch of glide. He kissed you endlessly – your lips, your neck, your collarbones. He whispered praises, filth, and sweetness intertwined. He touched you everywhere – cupping your breast, thumbing your nipple, tracing the curve of your hip, his hand drifting down to where you were joined, fingers finding your clit to circle in time with his deep thrusts.

The build was slower, more insidious this time. It wasn't a crashing wave, but a rising tide, warm and all-encompassing. He watched your face, learning every micro-expression, adjusting his angle, his speed, the pressure of his fingers until your breath hitched just so, your moans took on that particular pitch. He brought you to the edge slowly, held you there, whispering how beautiful you looked, how perfect you felt, how much he loved seeing you fall apart for him.

“Taking me so well, sweetie..”

“Ive got you.. Sannies got you.”

“F- fuck.. Nice and easy..”

When your second climax finally broke, it washed over you like warm honey, deep and resonant, pulling a low, continuous moan from your throat as you pulsed around him, your body melting into the mattress.

He followed you moments later, his release shuddering through him as he buried himself deep, his groan muffled against your neck, his arms locking around you, holding you impossibly close as he spilled inside you again.

He didn’t pull away this time. He stayed nestled deep, his weight a comforting anchor, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his face buried in your hair. His breathing was heavy but slowing. You were both utterly spent, sticky, tangled, and completely sated. The silence returned, deeper now, filled only with the sound of your slowing breaths and the quiet hum of contentment radiating from San’s body into yours. His lips brushed your temple.

“Sleep, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion and utter satisfaction. “I’ve got you. Always.” His hold tightened, a silent promise in the dark. Safe. Cherished. Utterly his. You surrendered, drifting into sleep wrapped in the warmth of him, the scent of him, and the profound, unshakeable certainty of being loved.

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spooo00oky · 23 days ago

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ANIMALS

❥ATEEZ x fem reader

Your pack is very unique and diverse: hybrids from all walks of life: predator, prey, alpha, beta, omega, full blood, mutt — there's a little bit of everything in your little family of animals. Which means heats and ruts can get... interesting.

➯a/n: updated masterlist !! going to be posting for this series again starting in a few days <3

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, a/b/o au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: poly pack dynamics, animal/human hybrids, hybrids take on physical and personality traits from their animals, ruts and heats, mxm, more specific content descriptions on each member. puppy mutt omega reader (has ears but no tail)

associate producer: @klllerwaifu, who sent in the request that started it all <3

MDNI !!

Animals (KHJ, KYS, JWY)

Omega Bunny Hwa

Beta Snow Leopard Joong

Beta Golden Retriever Yunho

Alpha Doberman Sang

Beta Ragdoll Cat San

Unpresented Lynx/Lion Mingi

Omega Fox Wooyoung

Beta Sun Bear Jongho

Puppy Reader (ot8)

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spooo00oky · 25 days ago

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Behind The Curtains

For the @lapydiaries summer event "Hot as Hell" Prompt: "I don't care if it ruins me. I need to know why you left." Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader x Yeosang wc: 10.1k Au: demon. ex-lovers, situationship Genre: angst, smut, yandere? summary: after the man that meant the world to you leaves without an explanation, you chase after him with only crumbs. By luck, someone takes notice of your questions and agrees to help you in an unconventional way that gets you a little too tied up with the devilish stranger and deep in a world you don't realize is just behind the curtains. Warnings: 18+, violence, smut, obsessed Wooyoung, member x member content and ships, mxm, quickie, creampie, cumeating, blood play, blood eating, blood used as lube, open chest cavity, some gore, dacryphilia, overstim, choking (both in a sexual and nonsexual way), rough hair pulling, spanking, scratching, oral, marking, clawing, double penetration, anal, slapping, three-way kiss, some degradation/praise, a whole lot of corruption kink, explicit threats, possessive Yeosang, bottom reader, masochist Wooyoung, dom brat wooyoung, meanish dom Yeosang. somewhat sadistic Yeosang? voyeurism and exhibitionism if you squint AN: Okay tbh i am so proud of this one and to manage to write it when ive been struggling just has me all proud and sht. thank you Kang Yeosang for seriously wrecking the ever living shit out of me at the concert and for the comeback. and you too Jung Wooyoung for trying to outdo him :') i was gunna wait after beta to post but im too impatient so have a late night upload! Beta: big thanks @sanjoongie . Sacrifical betas: @adelusionforyourthoughts , @bunnliix , @yourfatherlucifer

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“Are you willing to do anything to get answers?” The man with a sharp jaw and sharper gaze had asked you, and at the time you agreed without hesitation, like making a deal with a devil.

Even now, looking at a dolled up version of yourself in a vanity mirror that reflected the whole small dressing room of you and the other dancers, you didn't question it. It didn't matter if it had been weeks and no sign of him. It didn't matter that there were things that happened in this theater that had you questioning your sanity.

You needed to know.

“Alright listen up everyone!” The quiet chatter of the room fell to silence as all eyes focused on the man in the door. Tall, soft features, and a heart throb among the dancers. “It's an important night tonight, so give your all and a little extra. Hongjoong will be watching and he won't be pleased if Hwa's stage performance is less than perfect.” His eyes landed on you, the smile on his lips turning tight. As usual when Yunho looked at you. Like he couldn't quite stand your presence, and that might have to do with how you got the job here. “Wooyoung wanted to see you before curtain time. Make it quick so you aren’t late.”

He was gone by the time you got up from your chair, the choreographer of the club always running around before a show. Even if he didn’t seem fond of you, he was the one who taught you the dances. Who refused to let you on the stage until your skills were to his liking. You thanked your existing love for dance for getting most of the routine down quick, only struggling with the more risque moves due to confidence.

The whispers had already started around you, some of the other dancers did not like how you seemed to be “Wooyoung’s favorite”. Sometimes they added on the word “human” but you never paid it any mind, taking it as another way they were being condescending towards you. You weren’t here to make friends though, nor were you here to do a job- not really. Despite working hard to learn the dance, to get confident in your body with the corsets and showy outfits, you were here for one thing only.

Exiting the dressing room your feet carried you the familiar path towards Wooyoung’s makeshift office. Passing by the room that belonged to the star of the show, hearing his soft moans as his lover had his way with him, you walked by quickly. Once you had made the mistake of peering into the open room, spotting Seonghwa bent over with Hongjoong behind him. The latter had caught your gaze and later teased you for it, now labeling you his little voyeur, despite not wanting his attention at all.

It was bad enough that Wooyoung had you at his beck and call. Getting the attention of the head of the club was something you wanted to avoid. Even if others dreamed of being the third to the power couple, it wasn’t a dream you shared. So you avoided the open door and rushed down the hall towards the black and red door with a giant W on it. It suited the man who seemed so full of himself.

The man with a sharp jaw and sharper eyes, opening the door and leaning against the frame before you even reach it fully. He lifts one brow, showing off the asymmetry of his eyes that were quite charming in their own right. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you in a corset.” His eyes raked over your length, humming appreciatively before he pulled you into the room. A familiar dark oak desk with scattered papers, a leather couch that you were even more familiar with, and the faint scent of wilted roses: all things you associated with this room and the man it belonged to.

“Don’t take it off this time, Yunho will have my head if I’m late.” You warned as you stepped in and up to the desk, hands braced on the wood as you glanced back.

He shut the door, the familiar cocky smirk spreading on his lips as he stepped closer, already undoing the buttons of his satin pants. “I’ve trained you well Angel.”

Corrupted you was more like it.

Wooyoung was not a good samaritan. He made no effort to make it easier on you. Any information he gave was always at a price, and you found the easiest price was this.

His hands on your body, pushing the black lace of your bottoms down and exposing your tights. They were tucked too far up into the corset, an obstacle neither of you had time to deal with. “The show starts in, what, fifteen minutes?” He murmured against the nape of your neck where the lace collar was bejeweled with little red gems. The same collar all the back up dancers wore, down to the fishnets on your legs also bejeweled with little red rhinestones and heels that you admittedly took some getting used to.

Getting fucked in such outfits were just another thing you had to get used to.

“Try to make it ten.” You warned as nonchalantly as you could, pretending the little devil didn’t know all the right buttons to press to make you melt. It was infuriating, since this was just a transactional thing and neither of you had feelings for the other beyond just this: mutual pleasure.

He chuckled against your bare shoulder, hands massaging your ass like it was his favorite toy. “So demanding.” The next second there was a tug and rip, exposing your cunt to the hand responsible. You only hoped the tights were only ripped where they would be covered on stage, not willing to even mess up the performance even a smidgen. “And yet so wet.” So what if you had grown to like this? That the sweet girl you thought you were enjoyed being used by him? His fingers swiped up your slick before pushing in, rough and precise with his movements to spread you open. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk a bit tighter, pushing your ass back for easy access. You told yourself you just wanted it over quicker. Let him fuck you and use you, tell you some secret, and then let you go perform on that stage to the best of your capabilities.

You didn’t need to enjoy it so much. You didn’t want to let the sweet moans fall from your lips as he curled his fingers just right, thumb working on your bundle of nerves to have you rocking back. You didn’t like the cocky chuckle he would give as you melted into his hand. You weren’t in a rush to feel his veiny cock pushing deep until it was the only thing you thought about.

All lies.

And Jung Wooyoung, the little devil he is, knew it.

If it wasn’t for the time constriction you knew he would be edging you right now. Would make you beg for him to fuck you. To make you forget anything but him. He loved making a mess of you like that. But today he couldn’t. Today he had to settle for less.

He nibbled on your ear and jaw as he pushed in a third finger, his other hand splayed over the corset to hold you back against him. His bare cock rubbed against the tights on your ass cheek, teasing you for what was to come. He had to be careful of your makeup and carefully done hair. He couldn’t mark your bare shoulders with hickies and bites, not without fear of upsetting the others.

It was an important night, you just didn’t know why. Nor did you care. Not when Wooyoung pulled his fingers out just when you were about to come, leaving you whining and mumbling out pleas. “So close please- Wooyoung I wanna- Please let me come.” You had hoped with the time limit he wouldn’t edge you.

Which, in hindsight, he didn’t. His cock was pushing into your soaked hole the next second while he held your underwear off to the side. Buried deep your walls pulsated around his length, your body falling forward to support yourself on your elbows on the desk. Glancing back, your breath caught in your throat.

He was stunning, the sleeked back black hair falling in his face a bit, sharp jaw slacked open in awe as he stared down where you two were connected. His hands massaged your sides and hips before smacking both cheeks and earning a moan. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, the normally dark irises now a deep red like wine in neon lights.

It wasn’t the first time you saw such a questioning sight, but the first time like this. You wanted to question him, but with a devilish half smirk he started to relentlessly pound into you, chasing away any coherent thoughts.

Your forehead fell forward to brace against the thick wood beneath you, your denied orgasm finding you quickly once more and spilling from your cunt with barely a warning. Heat rushed up your spine, the familiar tingling of pleasure in your mind making it hard to think of anything else.

“So fucking tight- no matter how much I stretch you out. No matter how many times I’ve fucked your cute pussy, ruining you over and over. Still so tight and pretty. Fuck I love ruining you. Twisting you like this. So desperate. Such a pretty fallen angel, all mine.” Wooyoung’s breathless rambles barely reached your ears over your own moans, but they just intensified the heat already coursing through you.

Ruined was a good way to describe you now. Moving into the city, working any job and taking any opportunity to find him, even going so far as agreeing to work in a burlesque club and let the man who hired you fuck you stupid whenever he wanted.

It didn't matter if there were glowing eyes or the staff said things that didn’t make sense. Didn’t matter if some of them moved too fast or were too strong or did things that you were sure were not humanly possible. All that mattered was Wooyoung’s promises that he would surely show up here. That he would give all the answers when he did.

And it certainly didn’t matter that Wooyoung twisted you in ways that made you question just who you were as a person. Most of the time just from how good he fucked you. From the prominent veins on his cock you could feel with each rough drag out of your cunt, to the curved tip that always seemed to find your sweet spot.

Who knew sin could twist you so beautifully?

Another climax was quickly approaching as you tried not to drool on the wooden desk you slid across with each thrust. His hands gripped your hips through the corset so hard you knew you would have bruises, again, as a sign he too was close. Normally he had to make you beg for it, for his cum, his load, but with practiced ease the words stumbled from your lips without him having to ask.

“F-fill me up please. W-want your cum, want to be so full with your seed. Please please can I have it? C-can I come with you Sir? P-please?” You reached back, grabbing one of his hands and attempting to meet his gaze.

Your head was pushed into the desk the next second, a nearly inhumane growl reverberating through his chest in response. “You want it so bad? My pretty little slut wants my load so badly? Then take it. Fu-fucking take it.”

His hips stuttered to a halt deep inside you as he held your head down, filling you up just like you begged for as your own release was soaking his satin pants and clouding your mind with pleasure.

It left you out of it for a moment as you struggled to normalize your breathing and heartbeat once more. All you could manage was a disappointed whine when he pulled out, though he was quick to fix your underwear and pull the bottoms up. Not that he would care about a cum stain in the outfit, since he usually managed the clothes for the backup dancers. Hongjoong designed the lead’s outfits, Seonghwa being his personal model of sorts.

Right, Seonghwa… the star of the show. The show you had to now walk your wobbly legs to and somehow perform in heels without messing up.

With the distance between you and Wooyoung, you stood up and adjusted your hair once more, hoping it was only a tiny bit messed up. Clearing your throat and turning to the other, you admired the back of his black button up as he righted himself. You never expected cuddles or reassurances or anything of the sort afterwards, especially with a time restraint as of now.

Instead, he usually paid his part of the ongoing bargain. You let him fuck you (and enjoy it) and then he gives you an update or a crumb of information to the million questions that brought you here in the first place. “So? What do you have?”

“Hm?” He glanced back over his shoulder, fixing his hair.

You huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “About him? What new information do you have? Don't act dumb Wooyoung.”

“Ah.” Snapping his fingers, he turned back to you fully with his usual smirk. “Well, I’ll have to tell you after the show. I don’t want to distract you from your performance. And it’s more like something to show you.”

The last bit of bliss you felt was chased away with annoyance. “Then why didn’t you just fuck me after the show?”

“Oh I still plan to. I think you’ll enjoy this new information so much you’ll be begging to jump my bones.” He approached you, caging you in with his arms as he leaned in almost as if to kiss you.

He never does.

Smacking his chest and pushing him away, you huff. “Fine, I’ll see you after the show. Asshole.”

He was laughing as you stormed for the exit, like a loud cackle. “You love me.”

With a scoff you left, slamming the door shut before heading for the stage. You stopped by a mirror one last time to assess the damage, glad that he hadn’t messed anything up that would be noticeable from the crowd. Good. Once those curtains were pulled open, you had to perform like your life depended on it.

What happened behind the curtains needed to stay there.

Wooyoung watched you storm out of his office with a smile, one that was gone the second the door clicked with finality. You were so fun to twist and bend and corrupt, why didn’t his dear love ever bother to do so?

Of course he knew that keeping you so sweet was what he liked. Pure, kind, devoted. He couldn’t wait to see how his love liked this new version of you. Wooyoung’s version.

A beautiful toy to play with.

Giddy, Wooyoung was in the VIP balcony in the next second, sitting on the railing while others sat on the sofa. Hongjoong and Jongho at the moment, but San was talking to who he cared about the most.

Yeosang. Sweet, ethereal Yeosang. The last one of them that still battled with their nature, that tried to pretend they weren’t creatures of sin, that they didn’t need it to survive and thrive.

All things said Hongjoong had devised such an ingenious way for them to live. The club had its reputation, and special clientele that were so easy to swindle. CEO’s and men of power that dripped with greed and pride, wanting more and so willing to make deals they don’t understand just because they think they know better.

So willing to indulge in the sin they offered in the back rooms too.

Not that Yeosang enjoyed being here. And while that worked in Wooyoung’s favor currently, he still didn’t like not being able to see him so rarely. Tonight though, he had no choice but to attend, they were about to fry such a big fish after all.

“Sangie!” Wooyoung jumped down from the railing and rushed over to his dear friend, hugging him from the back and quickly kissing his cheek. “I’ve missed you. You didn't run off and find another lover did you? Not when I’m right here?” He pouted out his lips, gently pulling him a bit further from San.

“As if you’re one to talk, Woo, getting one yourself. Fucking hell you smell like sex again. Why do you have to do this before every show?” Jongho scowled over at him, opening another button on his shirt as if to combat the heat that swarmed him from the amount of sin Wooyoung was drenched in.

Wooyoung laughed, but his eyes didn’t leave the sculpted face mere inches from his own. “Leaves more sin for you to feed off of Jongho, why do you always complain. I know you love the smell of them. If you want, you can suck their essence off my dick.”

“Save it you two.” Hongjoong’s threat meant nothing to Wooyoung when he noticed the flaring of Yeosang’s nostrils, the way his wide eyes got wider, and the slight panic that resulted in a flash of red in his irises.

Only Wooyoung noticed, since he was looking for it. He wanted to rub it in, to confirm the growing suspicion in his best friend’s mind. To offer him the opportunity to suck his ex lover’s taste off his cock. His lips would look so pretty wrapped-

“The show is about to start.” San interrupted Wooyoung’s delightful fantasy as he pulled them both onto the couch. Despite Wooyoung’s attempts, Yeosang sat next to him and not on his lap. “You can eye fuck him later Wooyoung.” “Maybe I’d rather just fuck him?” He stuck his tongue out at San who sat in the smaller love seat more to the side. They had a side view of the stage but could see most of the audience. The VIP booths around them, and tables down below. People were in every seat, black and red masks hiding their identities from the other guests but each one personally invited for one of Seonghwa’s famous shows. All while the lower level demons served the guests in any way they desired.

He could already see one of said guests lost in the throes of pleasure across from them, getting his dick sucked no doubt. Ah, Wooyoung was a bit jealous of that, glancing at Yeosang who was used to Wooyoung’s advances but never submitted to them. Never gave in.

What would it take for the beautiful demon to give in? To want Wooyoung? He’d try anything short of just taking him. Yeosang was the older demon, the bigger and more powerful, and Hongjoong would grant him permission to end Wooyoung’s life if he even tried.

So he had to get creative. What luck that you fell right into his path?

The lights dimmed, spotlights on the stage as Yunho stepped onto stage with a million dollar smile. He didn’t listen to what the taller man said, instead taking note that Yeosang kept glancing at him. Suspicious gaze, then the clench of his jaw every time his eyes flickered down to his satin pants- which Wooyoung had left the wet spots from your orgasm soak into the material, intensifying the smell. “What did Jongho mean? Do you have a lover?” He finally spoke up, the softest whisper in that deep voice that sent chills down Wooyoung’s spine.

Oh how he wanted to tell him. How he wished that it was jealousy on Yeosang’s part that made him ask: jealousy over him, not for who he was smelling on his clothes. “Maybe I’ll introduce you, Sangie. Maybe we can share? Though with how sinful they are, I don’t know if you’ll like them. You always prefer the sweeter ones.”

Only Yeosang would know the double meaning to his words, and only when the remaining puzzle pieces showed themselves.

The show started while Yeosang was left confused, both of them watching the curtains open. Seonghwa started off with his newest stage, just another of many songs Hongjoong had written and composed for him. His voice echoed through the theater like a siren song, enchanting the guests and raising the desires in the audience.

The scents of arousal started to fill the air, Hongjoong groaning next to Wooyoung with distaste as he hardly liked knowing every person below wanted what was his. It was the reason the man just had to mark his claim on the singer before the shows. Even if the humans below couldn’t smell the demon on him, couldn’t tell that his ass was most likely pumped full of his cum that moved with each magnetic twist of Seonghwa’s body- Hongjoong knew and it was enough to curb his jealousy.

And precisely what had given Wooyoung the idea to do the same. He had to bite back the smug smirk once you stepped on stage, dancing against the poles and twisting your body in naughty ways that had Wooyoung daydreaming of you moving into such positions with him. He got lost in watching you for a moment, despite being very aware of how tense and pale Yeosang had gone next to him.

The first chorus had everyone on their knees and leaning back, body rolling as a hand moved from one shoulder down your body until your legs were spreading and your hand cupped your clothed cunt. The move was done by all on stage, but Wooyoung was fixated on you. On the confidence you radiated. On the sultry expression you wore like second nature, and on the fact he knew just behind that cloth your fingers pressed against was your abused cunt filled with his seed.

He wanted to brag so much. To turn to Yeosang and proudly announce how you were dancing like a common whore on stage filled with his cum. You, who once was the sweet and innocent Angel that Yeosang had tried so hard to keep away from them.

The need to gloat had him glancing over at the man still. Yeosang’s stormy expression had him shivering with excitement. The way he gripped his knees, how tightly his jaw was clenched and flexed with each new position you moved in. “So, you like the new song, Sangie? We got a new dancer too, I think they make a beautiful addition.”

“You’re only saying that because they’re your new toy.” Jongho grumbled on the other side of Yeosang, but Wooyoung knew he was also fixated on you. What would the youngest of them think if they knew that the beautiful person down there now stripping Seonghwa had once belonged to Yeosang?

And that Yeosang had tossed you away, no doubt afraid to corrupt you. To ruin you. As if he was doing you a favor.

“That’s…” Yeosang breathed out, turning to glare at Wooyoung with red eyes.

The man returned the hostility with a smirk. Bingo, he pieced it together. “That’s my Angel. A sweet little thing that came crashing into my life just begging to be ruined.”

A warning growl ripped through the other’s throat.

Ignoring the pang of jealousy that Wooyoung felt, he motioned to the show. “We have a whole night, Sangie, don’t get worked up now. If you behave, I promise I’ll show them to you later. Maybe you can lick my cum out of their cunt. If it doesn’t all drip out by the end of the performance.”

Yeosang may very well try and murder him later for this… if he waited through the show.

“Stop it you two. Save that talk for the guests.” Hongjoong warned, glancing over at them with a flash of red to have them both obey.

They can’t ignore their leader.

With some effort, Wooyoung shut up and Yeosang relaxed. The rest of the show wasn’t easy, but soon enough they were all visiting guests and working their magic. All while the humans were so blissfully entranced by the show. Once the curtain drops, they’ll have plenty of new contracts and plenty of sin to eat up. But for Wooyoung, the real show would begin.

So what if you rushed to Wooyoung’s office the second the show ended. Still covered in sweat and his seed from earlier an uncomfortable feeling between your legs. You would normally go wash up, but making the man wait was not something he liked. Besides, if he had his way, he’d just make a mess of you anyways.

Standing outside the office door, watching the hallway for him, you couldn’t help but think about the contrast between Wooyoung and the love you were chasing after. Where Wooyoung enjoyed pushing your boundaries, holding any ounce of information over your head so you would do his bidding, the man who had your heart was the opposite. He had adored you, even if he left saying he hadn’t.

Even if he said you were just a fun way to pass the time, a game to play. Even if he called you too easy, too naive, holding onto his words like they meant something. Just for him to disappear without a trace.

And maybe that was true. Maybe he was more like Wooyoung than he let on, playing the sweet lover that looked at you like you personally hung the stars themselves, just to wonder how you would look ruined beneath; as you have been ruined under Wooyoung so many times now.

A loud bang from behind you startled you out of your thoughts, but as you glanced back at the door you thought it impossible to hear a noise from inside the office. No one should be in there, and you were right outside… Was it an intruder?

No, who could make it this far into the theater without being seen. With everyone running around backstage to ensure a perfect performance, a stranger would not have gone unnoticed and no one would dare to leave their post or make a mistake with it being such an important night. Not that you knew why. Some big guest or something? No one questioned Hongjoong’s orders.

So you tried to chalk it up to your imagination, at least until another, much louder crash could be heard. Like the desk was breaking in half. Which in itself was absurd, that desk was old and thick, not something flimsy from Ikea.

Hearing muffled voices had your feet moving finally, the door surprisingly unlocked as you peered in. It was thrown open the next second, drawing the attention of the two in the room.

The desk was indeed broken, Wooyoung laying in the debris with a smirk on his bloody lips and a hand on his throat. A hand that belonged to an inhuman version of the man of your dreams. Yeosang.

He was the vision of a dark angel, one in a fit of rage, with the black shadowy feathers spread out from his back in semblance of a wing, or half of one. His red lips pulled back to show perfectly white fangs, and eyes glowing unnaturally red when they snapped to your figure. The twist of his features from rage to shock was instantaneous, but his arm did not let up from choking the life out of the man beneath him.

If the shadowy wing had not instilled fear, the broken horn protruding through the red waves of Yeosang’s hair should have given way to just what he was. But no fear filled your bones for yourself, but fear for the man coughing up blood in his grasp.

“Wooyoung!” You rushed to his aid, attempting to push the demonic version of your once sweet lover away. No effort was needed as he willingly stepped back, leaving you to attend to the smaller man in the wooden debris. “Are you alri-” The words died in your throat when you noticed a claw wound on his bare chest, healing before your eyes. Meeting his gaze, you were met with the same red hue that had overtaken Yeosang’s own. “Oh.”

“No no, go back to being worried about me. I knew you cared.” Wooyoung teased as he sat up, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Come on Angel, I’m wounded, heal me with your sin?”

Heat ran up your neck as you pushed at his chest, momentarily forgetting the blood that now stained your hands. “You are insufferable.” You hissed as you stood up, fuming as he fell back with laughter, not from the force of your push.

Your name whispered behind you in an all too familiar voice had the rosy complexion of your cheeks draining its color. You turned, slowly, facing the man you had chased this far.

A new city, a new life, embracing things you had always thought you could never do for lack of confidence and morality. But embrace them you did, losing the self that Yeosang had known in the process.

“Why- why are you here? Did you not listen to me?” His voice trembled with emotion, resonating within you.

A fallen angel, that was what he reminded you of; and what you probably were to him now. Ruined in your pursuit of him.

And he knew it. He looked at you with a twisted expression of pain and guilt, as if he blamed himself for what you had become. He stumbled back when you took a step forward, your stomach falling through the floor metaphorically. What, were you no longer what he wanted? Had his love for you really been so shallow?

“Wow, that’s cold Sangie. After she came all this way for you, you’re acting like they’re diseased or some shit.” Wooyoung’s teasing lilt was heard just behind you, his breath on the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist and settled his chin on your shoulder. As if making a claim. As if rubbing it in that you were now Wooyoung’s, not his.

Anger burned in his eyes, pushing the obvious guilt aside even for a moment. “Shut your fucking mouth Wooyoung. I didn’t want them… ruined.”

It stung, those words. Ruined. Is that what you were now? Used goods. No longer worth his time?

Did you even know him at all then? If this was all it took for him to toss you aside? Your throat was tight with emotion as you tried to grapple with this information.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, arms tightening around you and pressing you back against him. “But she came all this way. For answers. Are you saying that will ruin her?” Right- it didn’t matter if Yeosang could love you again, you hadn’t come all this way just to beg for him to come back. You needed answers. Wooyoung’s reminder had you pulling on what little confidence you could muster, stepping out of the man’s arms with a look of determination.

“I don’t care if it ruins me. I need to know why you left.” Even if it was a bit obvious.. But at the same time, it wasn’t. So what if he was a demon? Would that be even more reason for him to have stayed with you? To corrupt you? Take your soul or whatever demons do? Not that your mind could process the demon aspect entirely, though you might have suspected things were definitely of the supernatural here.

“I told you.” Yeosang hissed out, taking another step back that had the back of his calves hitting the leather couch. His eyes flew to it, nostrils flaring and eyes brightening to that demonic–almost fiery–red and latching onto the other man behind you. “Wooyoung- what the fuck did you do?”

“What did I do? With what? Angel?” His hand was on the small of your back again; possessive and teasing.

Yeosang growled at the familiar pet name, hands clenched into fists that had the veins up his arms bulging out with his muscles. “Angel?”

Ignoring the fire that flickered in your core at the way he rasped it out heatedly, you pushed forward. “Answer me Yeosang. Why did you leave? Because you’re a demon? Is that it? Did you think I wouldn’t love you anymore if I knew?” He quickly averted his eyes, keeping his glare fixated on Wooyoung. “Does it matter?” “It does!” Your hands flew out to push him, watching as he fell back on the couch.

“Aw don’t be too upset Angel. I could answer that for you.” Wooyoung was quick to try and ease your growing frustration, kissing on your neck as he reached a gloved hand to cup your jaw. “See, Sangie here doesn’t like being a demon. He’s the only one of us that still fights his nature.”

Yeosang watched with a deepening scowl as Wooyoung tapped his finger to your lips, and silently you took it between your teeth and started pulling it off him out of habit. “Wooyoung- shut up.”

Wooyoung ignored his warning. “I can only assume he left to keep you from us. He thought he was being a hero by leaving you. Why would such a sweet, beautiful and angelic thing like you love a demon after all?”

“Woo-”

“I bet he left the moment he realized you would ruin yourself for him. A shame really, he should’ve just given in. Ruined you. He has no idea how adorable you look with cum on your face begging for more. How cute your sounds are when you are trying so hard to be quiet so the dozens of people around don’t know how greedily you ride my fingers. He doesn’t know that I could shine that couch from all the slick you’ve leaked on the leather. He do-” “I SAID STOP!” The room vibrated from the power of those words, Yeosang surging up and pulling you with far too much force onto the couch instead while his fist–or claw– connected with Wooyoung’s jaw.

He went flying across the room while you struggled to pull your face out of the leather. If not for the couch, you would have gone through the wall.

There was a loud, yet deep chittering that filled the room as Yeosang had closed the distance between him and Wooyoung in a flash, the sound of tearing flesh and garbled laughter adding to the cacophony in the room.

You could barely make out the words spoken by Yeosang’s inhuman voice that twisted your stomach in knots. “She was mine. You dared to ruin her? To have her in ways I forbade even myself? Tainting her with sin and your foul seed? She is mine. My Angel. Not yours. I’ll fucking kill you.”

By the time you managed to fix yourself and look back over your shoulder, there was a decent amount of blood just thrown about. Wooyoung wasn’t even fighting back, in fact he looked absolutely elated. He was grinning so much his lips looked ready to split further to accommodate, as well as the bloody laughter that fell from said smile. Even if his chest was torn open you could see his ribcage poking through. Even though Yeosang had noticed that the man beneath him almost wanted this, held up to the wall by Yeosang’s crushing grip.

It was enough to give the demon pause. For his claw to stop ripping out his insides long enough the wound started to heal like the skin was stitching itself back together. He seemed unphased however, swooping up some of his own blood off the tip of a rip with his ungloved hand–the glove lying on the floor near you– and bringing the bloody fingers to Yeosang’s lips. He smeared it across his bottom lip, then up the side of his face until the two digits circled Yeosang’s red mark by his eye.

“I knew you would be even more beautiful like this. Finally giving in to your demonic side. Come on Sangie… don’t you want to know how delicious it feels to corrupt someone? To have them twist the way you want. To beg for it?” Wooyoung’s voice was soft and inviting, a sinful whisper that he’s no doubt used to convince many of what he wants. To convince them selling their soul was worth it.

The same tone he used when he offered to help you get answers.

Wooyoung definitely thrived at being a demon, knowing just what to say, what buttons to press to make you bend to his will. The way Yeosang shifted, the hesitance in his every movement as he dropped his hand from Wooyoung’s throat, was a testament to the demon’s charm and skill.

“Was this your plan? Did you… did you twist them just to see me snap?” Yeosang’s tone held less power than before but there was still an inhuman chittering at the end of each sentence. A power, you realized, that had goosebumps forming on your skin.

You still hadn’t moved. You were barely even breathing, afraid to interrupt the moment. Why that was your fear, and not of the two beings that could clearly rip you to shreds, evaded you. Hell, you were still bent over the couch, staring over your shoulder in shock as Wooyoung’s chest was nearly healed completely now.

Any sane person would run for it. Would be pleading for their life. And yet you were just… what? Waiting for them to stop fighting? For them to tell you what to do?

Perhaps you were unafraid due to Wooyoung’s complete and utter nonchalance at the situation. As if he had everything under control. And some part of you trusted him.

Ruined? Yeah, you already were.

“I did nothing she didn’t consent to. I just took advantage of a perfect opportunity when it presented itself. Sangie~ come oooon, let me show you how good it feels. You know there is no point in fighting it. I can tell you loved acting on your anger. Finally giving into sin. There’s another right there. Look at her, Sangie. Look.” Wooyoung jutted his chin in your direction, licking the blood off his own lips. “Did you ever fuck her? Do you know how heavenly she tastes?”

You shivered at his words, chastising yourself mentally for the heat that burned in your stomach in response. Yeosang had only once gone all the way with you. Just once. Months together, and it was more kisses and sweet moments of comfort. If things went further, it was because you initiated. You would ask him to touch you in places, ask to touch him.

There was a moment you had assumed he left because he felt pressured by you to go all the way. It was the morning after you two fought. That he had said he had what he wanted, that he used you, never loved you, and left. Gone from your life before you could even find a shirt.

With the way his gaze burned into you now, like a beast ready to devour the juiciest prey, it only confirmed your suspicions that he did want you. He did love you. He still did.

It snapped you out of whatever shock you had been in, shifting on the couch so your ass was in the air like an offering, reaching between your legs and rubbing your fingers over your clothed cunt as your expression shifted to one of sexual need. An expression you mastered for Wooyoung and the show. “Yeosang… baby… I wanted you to ruin me. I wanted you, at any price. Human, demon, devil- I don’t care. I wanted to know what went wrong for you to leave, because I never doubted you didn’t want me.”

The sight of the two of them, bloody and radiating demonic power, had desire burning in your body and lighting your nerves on fire, just solidifying how far you had fallen.

“Angel…” Fallen from his lips like the last chains holding him back, Yeosang was behind you in a second. For the first time since you walked into the room he seemed to really look at you, gaze raking over your body as his breath hitched. “I… I tried so hard not to give in. Tried to love you for all the good. And I did. Hell, I did so much. But from the first kiss, the first moan, I knew…” His hands, bloody and taunt, ran over the curve of your ass, hissing as if the touch pained him. “I knew I would love you in sin far more.”

Gone were the ruffled bottoms, torn to shreds in the blink of an eye as Yeosang’s head disappeared from your sight. He had only fallen to his knees, ripping the tights further to completely expose the skin of your ass and cuts from his nails in the process. Not that you cared, the pain just intensified the sudden pleasure from his mouth on your cunt.

Wooyoung was always so deliberate and teasing when he ate you out, but Yeosang was a man on a mission: to taste every crevice of your cunt and bring you to sweet ruin. He moaned at the taste, gripping your buttocks as he held them apart to feast. The mess of blood, cum, and your own juices all getting cleaned up by his tongue.

The other demon in the room had every intention of reminding Yeosang that was exactly what he was doing. Wooyoung walked over to you, stripping the leather jacket off his bare shoulders and ripping the remaining glove off with his teeth with much more force than you had pulled off the other. Both items joined the discarded glove on the floor as Wooyoung sat next to you with some oomph, a wicked grin aimed at the other. “You’ll have to give me a taste, I’m curious to know how my cum and blood mingle with her slick. Is it everything you hoped for Sangie?”

There was a growl against your folds as you were pushed forward, cheek now squished against the leather. “A-ah Wooyoung he’s- AH!” You cried out at the sudden slap to your wounded ass from Yeosang, gushing onto his tongue in response.

“Oh I don’t think he likes you calling for me right now, Angel. Not when he’s the one pleasing you. Fuck- you really are heaven sent, giving me what I wanted most.” He slipped a hand into your hair to undo it from its confines while the other worked opened his leather pants. “Do you have any idea how long I wanted to see this? Well, not this per say, but Yeosang succumbing to his sinful ways. His desire and lust the most. Even if I wish it was lust for me, I’ll take my wins where I can.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be even an ounce upset over what Wooyoung admitted to. Using you to get to Yeosang. To push him to give into his desire. In fact, you were thankful. Because of Wooyoung’s game with you, your love was devouring you with such fervor that it was making your head spin.

In fact, you wanted to play along. “W-wooyoungie, do you want Sangie like that?” You took on the man’s nickname for the other, crying out as there was another slap that had your clit throbbing against the flat of Yeosang’s tongue. He was messy, you could feel his nose pressed into your hole like he couldn’t breath you in enough.

His wicked grin widened. “I love him, as much as a demon could love, so yes. I’m still dreaming of him licking your dried essence off my cock even.” Wooyoung said as he pulled out the cock in question, hard and veiny. You almost wanted to take it in your mouth, but that required moving and Yeosang’s own mouth felt too good to do so.

Wooyoung seemed to read your mind, using his hand in your hair to grip the strands and start moving you towards the goal. Halfway there, his hand was joined by Yeosang’s own, pulling your head back to arch your spine to a near uncomfortable angle, keeping you from doing such a thing.

The dark haired demon just laughed, red eyes full of burning excitement. “Oh he looks so fucking good feral, fighting for control over you. I love it.” He started stroking himself at a leisure pace, relaxed despite the rough position you found yourself in.

“Come. Come on my tongue Angel.” Yeosang’s sudden command against your folds had your legs tensing and you wondered if he knew how tight the coil in your stomach was- how close he had worked you to release already.

Who were you to deny his commands? You were just his feast for the moment, and you aimed to satisfy.

The groan he let out as your release hit his tongue was pure sin, adding to the static in your brain as much as his tightening grip on your scalp.

He didn’t let up until you were crying out from the overstimulation on your clit, his grip disappearing as you fell against the couch on weak knees. You were too busy trying to catch your breath to see where he went, no longer feeling him behind you, not even his breath.

Wooyoung wasn’t one to leave you hanging though, his hand back in your hair as if he was attempting to soothe you. He was never the type. “W-woo-”

“What did I say?” A slap to your cunt had you lurching forward with another cry, glancing back to see that Yeosang had pulled his cock, angry and red and thicker than Wooyoung’s. You wanted to salivate at the sight, having missed the opportunity to see it before. “Why do you keep calling for him? Didn’t you want me?”

He grabbed your forearm and yanked you up, just to push you back on the couch, back against Wooyoung’s bloody chest. “Is it because he got to ruin you? Corrupt you?”

“I did what you couldn’t.” Wooyoung’s smug reply brushed past your ear, his hands finding your sides. “You’ll find she is so greedy. Doesn’t like admitting it but she loves to be used as a toy. Don’t you Angel?”

Yeosang snarled in response, pushing you up further on Wooyoung’s chest as he ripped his own pants more before climbing on top of Wooyoung’s lap. This shocked the demon under you, you could feel his cock twitch under your ass at having Yeosang on him like this. He really did want Yeosang, and as much as you loved the demon above you, part of you wanted to give Wooyoung what he wanted. So you nodded, glancing up at Yeosang with a pleading pout. “I will admit it if Yeosang uses me. B-but maybe you should show him how I like it Wooyoung.”

A growl ripped through Yeosang again, and the way his nose scrunched up and he flashed his teeth had your cunt clenching down. Oh he looked feral, and it turned you on. Especially with the evidence of your climax still on his chin and glistening his nose. A vision.

Wooyoung was just as in awe as you were, neither of you finding a word to speak as he leaned in, gripping the leather couch hard enough to puncture holes right near Wooyoung’s head. “I don’t need him to show me how to fuck my woman.”

Oh you both trembled at that, Wooyoung perhaps more elated than you were to hear it. “Then why don’t you show me how it’s done?” He countered, grabbing the underside of your thighs and spreading your legs as he resigned himself to being a mattress for you to get plowed into.

Yeosang didn’t hesitate, lining himself up before he pushed in with enough force the couch rocked under you all. You could feel Wooyoung’s blood mingling with your hair and on the bare skin of your upper back, leaving traces behind with rough kisses on your neck. Yeosang ripped his head from the juncture under your ear as he started a relentless assault on your already abused cunt, the personification of feral lust and possessiveness as he stared down at Wooyoung with a look that could probably kill a human.

His thrusts felt like they could break your pelvis with the inhuman strength he put into his hips. Your brain forgetting completely how to do any task but keep your heart beating and feel the pleasure he was lighting your nerves on fire with.

He didn’t look at you until you started chanting his name, the hardened glare softening at the pleasure on your own features. Pride swelled in him, seeing you so thoroughly ruined on his cock, drawing his possessive need back enough to remember you are human.

Then his eyes dip to the constricting corset, and he forgets once more. He grabbed the top ruffled hem of the corset, and ripped it straight down. He didn’t care to undo it, enough of the fabric torn off that your breasts could bounce freely, irritating the fresh claw marks on the inner curves. Now it seemed he was determined to see how hard they could make them bounce, stealing your breath away.

Tears had long formed in your eyes from the sting of his hips on the claw marks on your ass, but with the new addition to the mounds on your chest, they were falling freely down your reddened cheeks. So lost in the pleasure and pain you couldn’t recall your climax approaching until it hit, ripping a garbled cry from you that had your back arching and head falling back onto the sofa.

Wooyoung whined right by your ear. “Does she look gorgeous like this?”

Yeosang pulled out quickly to stop himself from coming, not wanting to fill you up just yet. He took in the sight of you, now the one holding your legs open by the back of your knees, and watching as your pussy fluttered and twitched. “Yeah. Yeah she fucking is. Why… Why did you ruin her just to see me snap? Why is it so fucking important to you that I give in? You have San. The others fuck you so willingly if you just bend over. You could get anyone, why the fuck did it have to be me that you want?”

He seemed to give you a moment to catch your breath and remember where you are, but Yeosang never let his eyes leave your body. Even fixating one the tight rim under your used cunt, growling when one of Wooyoung’s bloody fingers began to probe at it.

“I told you. Because I love you. And I know you better than yourself.” Wooyoung sighed wistfully underneath you, pushing the finger in. “I made sure the others never questioned where you went. I kept an eye on your little Angel, watched how you loved her, was sweet on her, and I fought my own jealousy because it didn’t matter if it was for me or not- you were so fucking beautiful in love. But I knew. I knew if you just gave into your nature, you would be even more. I want nothing more than to see you in the greatest throes of pleasure, to worship every side of you. Even the sides of you that you don’t accept. That you don’t know are so fucking addicting to me.”

His finger went deeper as he talked, giving Yeosang pause. “And maybe I feel that about this human. Maybe I find you both to be the sweet taste of salvation. The forbidden fruit that ruins me and saves me in the same breath. If you don’t want me yet, that’s fine, but let me show you the heights of sin that she can reach and how euphoric she is when she reaches it.” He pushed in a second finger, his other hand now grabbing at your throat and ribbing the choker off. “Ruin her with me Sangie. I’ll beg.”

A moment of hesitation and thick tension filled the air. With Wooyoung’s hand on your throat and his fingers pumping into your tight rim, you could only look up at Yeosang. Whatever was on your face settled it for him and had him leaning in. “If you are wrong, if this disappoints me, I will rip off your head and use it as a cock sleeve until the reaper comes to collect what remains of the black soul you still have.” He growled out before crashing his lips to Wooyoung’s.

With your head right there, you most certainly did not expect this. Any protest you had died once your cunt was filled once more. A harsh thrust in, and a slow drag out, jumbling your mind enough that no thought had the chance to form.

Wooyoung’s moans against Yeosang’s lips had you clenching down on the latter’s cock, whining yourself as you almost felt left out. Wooyoung never kissed you, and Yeosang had yet to since your arrival. The demon beneath you chuckled at your expense, but he wouldn’t pull away, not that you expected him to. He finally got the attention, the touch, of his most desired.

As if just remembering you have hands, you reached up and tangled your fingers in Yeosang’s red hair, yanking him away and to your own lips. He happily obliged, sharing the blood he had gathered from Wooyoung’s and smearing it on your own. You felt Wooyoung’s hand tighten on your throat but paid it no mind.

Just as you had done though, Wooyoung turned your head and he was the one to kiss you. Finally, he kissed you.

His tongue pushed into your mouth and he swallowed up your moans as Yeosang’s hips slowed down but Wooyoung’s fingers became 3 in your tight hole, spreading you out. For a moment you got completely lost in the messy kiss, panting against his open mouth. Maybe Yeosang was greedy, pushing himself in with a mess of tongue and lips between the three of you for only a moment as you all realized it wasn’t exactly as easy to do as you desired.

So instead you found yourself speared onto two cocks, both holes filled simultaneously and to the hilt. You would be writhing if not for the hold they had on you, Yeosang straightening himself to admire how you looked gasping for air just from being filled.

“Oh… oh she does look so pretty fucked dumb.”

“See I told you!” Wooyoung beamed up at him, reaching between your legs to find your clit. “How many times do you think we can make her cum before us?” The tightness in his tone had you hoping that the number wasn’t going to be too high; you would like some sense and sanity by the time they were done with you.

On the other hand, losing all thoughts and being nothing more than their toy was just as tempting. And they were nothing if not temptation in living form.

“Well… you supposedly know her better.” Yeosang retorted through clenched teeth, struggling with how tight your fluttering walls were. It felt like they were practically touching inside you, and that just fueled thoughts of both of them in one hole, ruining you even further. Both of them groaned, low and dragged out, Yeosang’s eyes rolling back momentarily. “Fuck- her thoughts are so loud I can’t keep them out. You hear that Sangie? She wants us in the same hole. I told you she was greedy.”

A whine vibrated in your throat at the realization they could hear your thoughts. Could they always have? Instead of being upset about it, you started thinking of even more sinful ideas. The many ways they could fuck you, fuck each other, and more.

Another growl reverberated through Yeosang as he started jackhammering his hips into yours. “Naughty Angel. So fucking greedy. Maybe if I had looked in your mind before, I would’ve realized how fucking perfect corruption like this looks on you.”

Wooyoung lifted his hips every time Yeosang pulled away, finding a rhythm that had your ass constantly impacted from their thrusts. You would not be surprised if your entire bottom ended up in red angry welts and sitting was a painful thing to do in the future. Or perhaps it would be a painful but beautiful reminder of how your lovers fucked you.

Your lovers.

You knew they heard that thought from the ferocity that suddenly took over their already harsh movements. You were unaware of your own cries and gasps, struggling to breath as Wooyoung squeezed your throat enough that the tips of his claws pinpricked your skin. The mess of blood, sweat, and cum continued to grow as they quickly had you coming around their cocks.

Not that Wooyoung let up on your clit. Not that they relaxed their grip as you started to practically scream your lungs out from the overstimulation, grabbing onto them where you could but they didn’t stop. Their names were jumbled syllables of cries.

“Do you want to stop?” The voice in your head belonged to one of them but you couldn’t place who, nor could you think about the strangeness of their voice in your head like a thought.

You were given an out. A sliver of tenderness in the onslaught of lust, blood, and possessive nature of situation. You hadn’t wanted to stop, now so even more.

“Fill me up.” You begged eternally just as you were brought to a mind-shattering precipice that blocked out your vision almost instantaneously. A pleasure that was of new heights for you, and drained you of everything you had.

Even if you weren’t aware of it, one after the other their own release began to fill you, pushed as deep as their cocks could manage but your spasming walls still pushed out much of their seed.

You were too fucked out to kiss, so they locked their lips together once more, riding out the high that you brought them too, that they wished to prolong as much as possible. Ignoring even the click of the door.

“Seriously?”

Yeosang pulled away despite Wooyoung’s whine, glancing over at the intruder to see Yunho standing there pinching his nose. The room reeked more of sin and sex and blood than the usual wilted roses that Wooyoung was so proud of. “Get lost Yunho.”

Yunho quickly held up his hands and backed up. “Don’t want to interrupt anyways but… well all non-humans in the building could hear the way you had her screaming. San’s pouting you know, and Hongjoong is pissed.” “Ugh, of course he is, ruins all our fun.” Wooyoung huffed beneath you before slapping your cheek to bring you back down to your body. “Angel baby, are you alive there?”

You attempted to hum out a response but it came out more as a croak.

“Damn, I’m surprised she is. Looks like a bloodbath in here.” Yunho chuckled and leaned against the door, the chuckle turning into full on laughter when they pulled out and you whined in protest. “Maybe clean up before you got see Hongjoong. Otherwise he’ll literally devour her with her smelling and looking so thoroughly… ruined and wrecked. Man, now I see the appeal.” “Fuck off Yunho!” Both of them yelled in response, Wooyoung’s arms tightening around your waist as Yeosang moved to block you from view. “Okay okay, point taken, that’s your human.” Yunho quickly turned on his heels and left, laughter heard echoing down the hall until it faded in the distance.

More and more sanity returned to you, but so did the realization of the state of your body. “So… are you all demons then? Am I going to die now that I know you’re secret?” You mumbled through cracked lips, reaching up to wipe the tears from under your eyes but instead smeared more blood on your cheeks. What a visage the three of you must be, your clothes in tatters and covered in Wooyoung’s blood that had been on both of them and their hands, as well as your own. You didn’t want to think about how abused your holes looked, leaking blood and cum no doubt.

“No, but we will be. No human is supposed to know about us without his permission. He’s supposed to be the one to do the whole welcome to the team… and, well, you might lose your soul.” Wooyoung said that far too lightly.

And you accepted it as if he was not talking about eternal damnation. Perhaps the curtains closed on your life the moment you met Wooyoung. Or perhaps it had been long before that. Either way, this was your fate now. Selling your soul to these two demons was probably the greatest decision you ever made.

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